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“I shouldn’t have come,” Tina said,
“No, no. don’t run again please,” Bette’s voice was soft.
“I’ve got no right to upset your life,” Tina whispered.
“You’re not upsetting it, we need to talk,”
“We do but…”
“Not on a cold street in New York,”
“It’s not the perfect place,” Tina responded. Tina reached in her purse and pulled out a business card. “You can find me here. Monday to Friday,”
Tina gave the card to Bette before she hailed a cab.
Bette looked at the card and smiled.
“What are you grinning at?” Alice said walking out following her friend,
“You didn’t see who was here?”
“Tina, as in Tina Kennard?”
“yeah, she was here, she gave me this,” Bette showed Alice the card which read “The K Book and Coffee Store,”
“Wow, you going to go and see her.”
“Yeah we both needs closure,”
“You need to get laid,”
“Alice,” Bette looked at her friend of twenty five years
“It’s true you’ve been single for like two years,”
“I don’t know if she’s single.”
“Well maybe find out. she’s the love of your life Bette,”
“I’m aware of that,” Bette said softly. “A lot has changed in seventeen years Alice,”
“Yeah but your love hasn’t.” Alice replied.
Bette nodded, knowing that her world had changed yet again tonight.
Tina stood looking over at Central Park from her rooftop garden. Her mind was racing. She’d seen Bette. she’d seen her again. She looked stunning. She had barely changed, she smelt the same. She looked the same. She could see in Bette’s eyes that time had changed her. Tina hadn’t expected to have so many feelings hit her at once. Her feelings for Bette had never really gone away. she had never stopped loving her yet seventeen years ago with everything that had happened in such a short space of time Bette’s cheating had ripped her apart. seeing her tonight, she remember the Bette she’d fallen in love with. She felt alive when she was near her but it also scared her. The attraction ha been overwhelming. It was still there. Yet Tina had to work out if she could put their past behind them.
Bette entered her town house, it was a lovely four storey red brick building. The small row of houses looked odd in the streets surrounded by skyscrapers but she’d fallen in love with it when she’d bought it six months early. Bette thew her coat over the back of the sofa and walked into the living room, turning on the coffee machine.
“Mom,” She heard teenage feet on the stairs, it always sounded a like a mini elephant was rushing to it’s mother.
“Angie,” Bette replied grinning at her fifteen year old daughter,
“How was work?”
“Productive, did you get much done today?”
“Usual Saturday stuff, went out with Jess and Harrison from school. They are good people,”
“I’m glad you’ve made friends I know moving here has been tough,”
“It was the right thing to do, Porter New York is going to be amazing,”
“Yeah but uprooting you,”
“Mom,” Angie smiled at her mother. “I’m good, honestly. I know I was an ass about coming here but New York is great,”
“I’m glad you think so,” Bette said as she made her coffee.
“What’s the matter?” Angie asked,
“What do you mean?”
“You’re not yourself, what’s up?”
“There are somethings…”
“That I’m not supposed to know, yeah I know but mom seriously what’s the matter?” Angie could always read her mom.
“I meet someone today I’ve not seen in a long time,”
“Someone you were close too?”
“I was with her for seven years, she…”
“Is the one?” Angie said,
“The woman that Alice and Shane talk about with you?”
“Yeah, she lives in the city. She wants to talk,”
“What have you got to lose?”
“Its not that simple Angie,”
“It really is. You always tell me it’s fine to follow my heart, be who I want to be. Maybe it’s time you took your own advice,” Angie got some juice and looked at her mother.
“You need to stop hanging out with Shane,”
“Just do what you feel is right, you’re single.”
“She might not be,”
“No, but unless you try how do you know?”
“There is a lot of history,”
“You cannot change the past mom but you can shape your future,”
“Where did you get that from?” Bette shook her head as she drank her coffee.
“You,” Angie said before she walked out of the room.
Bette laughed. Her daughter really was amazing. Maybe it was time to shape her future.