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“Bette. I need to tell you something….”
Bette swung her head to look at Shane, both hands around her mug for warmth as she searched her neighbor’s eyes.
“What is it?”
“Its… well, it’s Lucy…”
“Just say it Shane…”
“Well, not really Lucy. It’s her mom. Well, her and Tina’s mom. She read about the incident at the hotel, its all over the news Bette. And… she is coming. Here. She is worried about Eric.”
Bette stared at Shane like she had grown two heads. “I’m sorry”, she said finally, “but what did you just say? Because unless I am hearing things it sounded suspiciously like Hell was about to descend on us all…”
Shane grinned despite herself, Bette’s sarcasm was endlessly entertaining.
“Their mom called Lucy after the news about Eric broke. She is coming here to LA because she told Lucy that her girls need her, and she is concerned how Eric will recover from this… incident. Apparently, they have kept in contact. Lucy is livid. You should have seen her Bette, things were broken…”
Bette stood up to pace the pool area, not quite believing her ears.
“Shane. I cannot, will not, allow that woman anywhere near Tina. Under any circumstance. Not in the same house, not in the same room, not even breathing the same air, do you understand me? This is disastrous on so many levels.” She ran her hands through her hair, pacing.
“I agree. And from what she said, Lucy does too… we all think it is a terrible idea.”
“I can’t tell you… Chicago, it was awful, Shane. Sitting there… waiting… the clock ticking… I cannot express how horrendous the last couple of days have been for Tina and me. I can’t sleep, Shane. I… well, I keep thinking… I mean he almost… he would have…. And Tina, she… God Shane.”
Somehow Shane understood Bette’s half sentences and word combinations… “Bette. I know. Or, I think I know. Forget about their mom for now, we have two days. What do you and Tina need right now, today?”
Bette stopped her ruminating to look at Shane. Yes. That was the question wasn’t it?