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“I think all this sun and heat is giving me a bigger appetite.” She chuckles back.
“How have you been enjoying it so far?” I ask with guilt that washes over my body.
“It has been great. Your friends have been very great to me.”
“I’m glad they aren’t making you feel uncomfortable.”
“Not at all.” She smiles.
I smile back as my conscience eats me alive.
The small talk creeps in as my thoughts are thinking about the mother of my children. No matter how hard I try to erase her from my thoughts, I just can’t.
The night carries away as our small talk continues.
I lay in bed looking at the big empty spot where Danielle use to lay.
My eyes wide awake and my body unable to sleep peacefully.
I hear my phone buzz and reach behind me to grab it from the night stand.
-“Are you awake?” I read Bette’s text.
-“Yes I am actually..” I respond. “Where r u?” I send another text.
-“I need us to talk. I’m in the washroom.”
I go blank with response.
-“Would you meet me outside by the water fountain in 10?”
My body gets a tingling feeling when she asks to see me.
-“Ok.” I respond.
My body lifts from the sheets and I slip into something comfy but presentable.
I make my way out the door quietly and down the hall to the lobby and out the door.
I see her leaning against the water fountains concrete structure awaiting for me.
“Thanks for coming to see me, T.”
I cross my arms and walk closer to her.
“I can’t seem to erase you from any of my thoughts, T.”
“I can’t seem to erase the guiltiness from my thoughts.”
“I need to know what this means.” She says looking deeply into my eyes. “I want to know where we go from here?”
“How do we keep ending up here, Bette.”
“I don’t regret what happened.” She says standing and moving closer to me.
“After it happened I couldn’t feel anything but guilt. I need to tell Rachel. This is eating me alive, Bette.”
“You cannot tell Rachel. I need to tell her.”
“When are you going to tell her? Because I know how this goes Bette. It goes the same way it did for Jodi. You can’t bring yourself to do it, so you lie and let it play out for itself.”