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“A woman who can respect your job,” Alice muttered, “how nice.”
“You’re still having problems with Tasha?” Bette asked, feeling a buzz coming from her pocket.
“It’s just…” Alice trailed off as she watched Bette grab her phone. “Like I don’t want her to be a cop.”
“Why?” Bette asked, furrowing her brows at the message on the screen.
“Why? Because it is a dangerous job and she could get hurt,” Alice answered, before seeing a waiter come over. “She wants a cobb salad.”
The waiter looked at Bette briefly before noticing the woman was distracted by her phone. Quickly nodded, he walked away.
“What happened?” Alice asked, watching Bette shake her head and toss the phone onto the table.
“We need more funding for the Halloween exhibit…” Bette said, running her hand through her curly hair. “Kelly wants me to talk to Peggy.”
Bette nodded, “yeah, but I’m pretty sure she isn’t handing out grants anymore.”
“Call her and find out,” Alice said, handing her the phone.
“Now?” Bette asked, grabbing it and going through her contacts in search of the name.
“It’s going to bother you until you do it,” Alice said, leaning back and taking another sip of her drink.
Finding the name, Bette quickly touched it before raising the phone to her ear, “I haven’t spoken to the woman in years.”
Alice shrugged as she watched Bette quickly turn into a businesswoman and respond back into the phone.
“Bette, long time no talk,” Peggy said as she leaned back into her office seat. “What do I owe such pleasure?”
Bette bit her lower lip, “it has been a while…”
“It has…” Peggy trailed off. “I see you and Kelly Wentworth opened up a gallery in West Hollywood.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” Bette said, standing up from the table and going outside. “Kelly and I are organizing an exhibit.”
“Halloween, correct?” Peggy asked. “The Supernatural?”
“You know about it?”
“Of course, dear,” Peggy laughed into the speaker. “And let me guess, you need some funding?”
Bette smiled into the phone, “I do, in fact. We apparently ran short.”
“Well- I got out of the business quite a while ago,” Peggy responded. “But we still occasionally hand out grants to people we admire. I’ll have my daughter get in touch with you.”