Bette was so proud of her big sister. Kit had beaten the odds. She’d recovered from drugs and alcoholism and a life on the streets to become a well-respected business woman having finally realized her dream of owning a club where musicians could come and jam.

“You know Kit when I was a kid and I – I saw you on stage I thought …that’s my big sister she can do anything. I feel like that right now.”

“Thank you baby sis. It means a lot that you were here tonight. I know how hard it is for you right now but I have faith that everything is going to work out.”

“You really think so?”

“I know you don’t want anyone interfering with your business but maybe I should talk to Tina myself.”

“Yeah, what would you say?”

“That my sister is a pootie chasin’ dog who deserves to be tied down and whupped upside the head but it doesn’t change the fact that she loves you more than she loves her own life. And that you should finish punishing her and get back to figuring on how to live with one another for the next 50 years or more.”

“You could give it a try.” Bette looked into her sister’s face and for a few seconds her misery is replaced with hope that she could have her wife back but then reality hits. “What am I saying. Tina won’t listen. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Kit senses something so broken in her little sister that she can’t help but worry. “Now don’t you go and pull a Marina on me now.” Bette can’t believe how intuitive her sister can be sometimes. Marina had been rumored to have attempted suicide after Jenny had broken off their affair and refused to have anything to do with her. Whether it was true or not she’d certainly had a breakdown and could no longer cope. She was whisked off to the South of France by her estranged husband to recuperate.

Bette dismissed Kit’s comment but it hit home. She could certainly relate to the feeling of defeat and hopelessness. Having lost the love of her life she really didn’t know how she would live without Tina.