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“Bette” Tina blew out the breath she was holding. “Fuck.” She closed her eyes for a moment.
Both hands came up to rub her face then the back of her neck. God she was tired. “You should have told me… why didn’t you?”
“I was going to. I was. Tee, I was. Once I found a tangible lead, I was going to tell you… but it’s been all rumors and fucking dead ends up until now… until this link and that picture… and so now I’m telling you… maybe I didn’t do it the right way but I had nothing but good intentions.”
“Did you stop and think for one second, just one fucking second, that maybe… just maybe… Boo doesn’t want to be found?” Again, the quiet voice, steeled and pointed, the words like the ends of a sword. Only her hands moved, going up to rest on her hips.
“No.” Bette replied.
“No” Tina repeated. “You didn’t. Did you consider that maybe she has her reasons for not wanting to be found and that we should honor them?”
“No” Bette said again, her shoulders falling. She dropped her head, her hair falling in front then lifted it again, meeting Tina’s eyes. But she held her ground, feeling strongly this was about more than Boo.
“No…” Tina sighed, considering Bette. “And this… dead end… this email from James made you feel like, and I quote, “a complete failure” today?”
“And can I go out on a limb and presume this is also the reason you have been crying today?”
Bette put both hands on the back of the office chair to lean on it, resigned to her fate. “Not the only reason… but, yes…”. Her eyes narrowed; this was going from bad to worse quickly.
“And at no point during the day, even when I asked you on more than one occasion, brought you fucking flowers… at no point did you stop and think… maybe I should tell her about the secret quest I’m on?”
“You missed your calling as a lawyer… “ Bette replied, feeling a little attacked and earning a frown and raised eyebrows for her efforts.
“Fine. I talked to…” Bette stopped herself before she could finish but the damage was done. Bette had just stepped into a pile of steamy shit and she knew it. Shit. If making things worse was a college class, Bette just got a master’s degree.