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“Katie tells me that you’ll be leaving tomorrow” Melvin broke the silence as he wiped his mouth with a napkin before clenching it in his hand.
Bette had been in the process of taking a sip of coffee, thankful to the caffeine for helping to alleviate her headache. She placed the cup down before hesitantly meeting her father’s eyes, unable to deny the fact that he still intimidated her even after so many years.
“Actually, I was thinking of staying in town a little longer”
Her eyes dropped to her near empty plate, purposely avoiding both her father and Kit’s gaze. She didn’t want them to deduce the reason for her decision to extend her stay though she figured it must have been obvious.
Melvin’s knife hovered just above a piece of sausage as he looked at Bette, staring at her for a moment before resuming his task. “Why the change of heart?”
Bette tore a piece of toast as she ignored the burning gaze she knew she was receiving from her sister. “I just haven’t been home in years and want to spend some time here, see what’s changed”
“And Ms. Kennard has nothing to do with this decision?” Unimpressed, Melvin popped yet another piece of sausage into his mouth. “I understand she’s working for Katie now”
Bette ran her tongue over her teeth at Melvin’s mention of Tina. It seemed that even after seven years, it still irritated Bette to hear the blonde referred to that way.
She met Kit’s apologetic gaze before looking back to her father, “You can call her Tina, daddy. That’s her name”
Another grunt from the ever stubborn Melvin Porter, “Is Kennard not her surname? I’m simply being formal”
Bette clenched her jaw to keep herself from responding the way she wanted, knowing that arguing with her father would get her nowhere. He was an old-fashioned stubborn man set in his ways. She took a moment to ease her mood, taking a deep breath before addressing something that had been on her mind since the night before.
She sat back in her seat, “She told me that you spoke to her the morning after I left for Stanford”
“I did” Melvin calmly placed his fork and knife on his empty plate, “The night before as well”