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Bette hadn’t been to The Planet since the day of the meat-tagging incident. She purposefully avoided it because she didn’t want to deal with all of the vultures, she lied to herself. The truth was there were too many Tina memories at The Planet. Their first official date. The first time they held hands in public. Their third date. The time Tina surprised her with a birthday party. The time Tina stood on the counter and yelled ‘That’s my Bitch’ on a dare from Alice while pointing at Bette. Too many memories she hadn’t wanted to deal with until something shifted. Tina’s texts. The sexy flashbacks. The garden. The loneliness. The empty house. The culmination of everything awakened something deep inside her heart. Bette decided it was time for her to stop hiding and start being seen again. After all, she was Bette Fucking Porter.
“It’s my Baby Siiiiister,” Kit sang as Bette walked through the door for the first time in several weeks.
“Hi, Kit.” Bette smiled nervously.
Her eyes darted around the room checking to see if anyone was gawking at her. She started having second thoughts and was about to turn around until Kit made her way around the counter and gave Bette a big, big sister hug. Squeezing her and kissing her on the cheek.
Bette linked pinkies with Kit as she’d done countless times since she was a little girl. Kit immediately saw the trepidation in her little sister’s eyes and tugged at her pinky. Bette allowed Kit to lead her to her special table.
“What’s going on, Baby Girl?” Kit asked as she squeezed Bette’s hand.
“Nuh-nothing,” Bette stammered.
Kit raised her eyebrows and twisted her lips. And she waited. Bette was well acquainted with that look. She knew Kit could stay like that for hours. They had many a face off in their younger years. Bette exhaled.
“I know. I can tell when my baby sis in a funk about the love of her life.”
Bette looked up when Kit said those words.
“Love. Of. Your. Life.” Kit repeated slower.
Bette didn’t try to stop the tears from coming. Kit got up and started walking towards her office. Bette knew that was her cue to follow. Kit closed the door and allowed Bette to crumble in her arms.