Previously:

“Hey sweetie. I miss you. Of course I want to work out our relationship. Give me a call and we can discuss the details of your trip. Can’t wait to have you here with me. Love you.”

“Hey lady I know you are upset and I think we should talk. You are the best thing that happened in my life lately. I don’t want loose you. See ya.”

Bette pressed the send button and turned off the computer. She was partially relieved. Now it was up with them the next step. The ball wasn’t in her side anymore.  Her part she has done and she knew that cross the country, both women were anxiously expecting what she would tell them. What she feared were the answers.

            CHAPTER 2: Answers

            That night Bette couldn’t sleep very well, turning from one side to the other of the bed all night, relieving in her mind some of the events of the latest weeks. What she didn’t know was that she wasn’t the only one having sleeping trouble because that situation.

Bette, you are playing with fire! She thought and couldn’t help but laugh to the memory of the words said by her friend to that comment, just a few nights before. Yeah and I’m hot. The playful and seductive tone between them was being a strong contrast to the kind of conversation she was having day after day with her girlfriend, in their attempt to rebuild their relationship Girlfriend Bette shook her head almost like to reprimand herself for the manner she was treating her companion of so much years. you are much more than that to me but yet I can’t feel so well with you around in the same way I’m with her

Bette got up for the millionth time that night and went to check on Kit. Kit’s condition was improving each day so it was completely unnecessary to check on her so many times, but it was an acquired habit to do that. After leaving Kit’s room, she went to the kitchen and took a glass of water. She sat on the couch, legs on the coffee table, taking small sips of water. She checked the time, almost six in the morning. It was useless to turn on the computer, it was the middle of dawn in West Coast so if the emails didn’t arrived when she last logged in; it wouldn’t by now, only in the middle of the morning or even later.