Bette: Hey Tina; where did these flowers come from?

Tina had forgotten about the flowers. She quickly walked into the living room and picked them up. Tina mumbled.

Tina: Henry…

She walked back into the kitchen and threw them into the garbage can. Tina started chopping up fruit; not saying anything. Bette looked over at Tina; she wished that there was something she could do.

Bette: Are you okay T?

Tina: I’m fine.

Bette: I was thinking… maybe I shouldn’t go into work today. I’m sure they would let me take another day or two off.

Tina turned to look at Bette.

Tina: No Bette; its fine. I’ll be okay. You’ve already sacrificed enough for me.

Tina went back to cutting the fruit.

Bette: T…

Tina: What?

Tina was still chopping; she looked up at Bette. She accidentally cut herself with the knife.

Tina: Fuck!

She threw the knife down on the counter. Her emotions kept building up; fear, anger, sadness, her mind going in all different directions. Bette was still in the living room.

Tina: God DAMN IT!

She knocked everything off the counter and started to cry. Bette walked over to Tina and pulled her into an embrace. Tina fell into Bette’s arms. She started talking in between sobs.

Tina: I just can’t believe this; I can’t stop thinking that he might just appear again…he kept saying that he was sorry…he didn’t know what he was doing…god Bette he almost killed me…

Tina continued to cry.

Bette: I’m not going to leave you here like this.

Tina sniffled; she looked up at Bette.

Tina: Bette; you really don’t have to stay. I know how important you job is—

Bette: T, you’re more important to me.

Tina smiled. Bette wiped Tina’s tears from her face. She saw Tina’s finger was still bleeding from when she cut herself.

Bette: Why don’t we get this bandaged up?

Bette and Tina went into the bathroom. Bette took out the first aid kit from the closet, and put a bandage on Tina’s finger. She then took her finger and kissed it.