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Remembering Me – Part Two
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Driving up to the canyon to run I realize I’ve hit my limits for coping, without pain or liquor or wanting to punch something.
I begin to stretch out my legs and then sprint full speed into the canyon.
Before she was furious at me about my idiotic diversion with Candace, Tina’s steady emotions were what I knew I was coming home to every night. I was the one who had the most daunting irritations. The most unbelievably important things to vent. Now, we’re at the opposite pole of extremes.
Tina’s feelings. The baby’s tender care, both of them far outweigh my own. They’ve needed and I’ve responded. Over and over I’ve done this, since they’ve been home. I’ve been on ’it’. For once, I don’t think this is a fuck up of mine.
But the emotions she described haunt me and I keep running.
At the Trailhead
Tina’s POV –
“Shane, you may hike around here with only a pack of smokes and a beer, but there’s a bit more to going with me and Angelica. We don’t need a pack mule. Just take this backpack and I’ll take her.”
“I wasn’t laughing at all the baby gear. Isn’t that Bette’s car over there?”
“Hmm, I thought she was going to Yoga. We’ll run into her on the trail and she’ll carry the baby stuff back.”
Shane looks annoyed. “No! I’m carrying the baby’s nappies, and whatever else is in here,” she says slinging the backpack over her shoulder, ”so, turn around and go up that trail.”
“If it’s not too off putting for your image?”
Shane pulls down her shades. “So, now I’m just your sex sitter?”
“About that…first of all, thanks, and I hope you’ll come to dinner with us tonight. Bette’s been cooped up a bit too much for her own good lately.”
“I don’t know, Tina, she seems really good, to me.”
“She’s exhausted, Shane. Are you kidding?”
“Okay, if that’s what you think, but I don’t see her turning it up to eleven anymore, do you?”
“Oh, her baby does that plenty. Bette’s got plenty of competition these days.”
Shane slows when she sees some friends coming down the trail. I wave and hike ahead carrying Angelica wrapped against my chest in her toddler knapsack.
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Fantastic chapter!
Alice and her Vampire, God, she is the only one of the gang to get involved like that.
I would’nt mind to only see Bette in tanktop and pajamas, she looks incredible sexy in it.
Beautiful pictures! I love them and this story.
Thank you!
Thanks Bibi! (Here’s more about what I was thinking, too)
As the writer, I’m creating the arcs and portraying the inner struggles Bette’s going through in this pivotal part of her life. To do this as an immersive experience for the readers I’m creating sub-textures and metaphors in Bette’s mind as she tears and knits her thoughts and emotions back together, Hopefully, there’s a real sense of sharing that grief and hope with her through her experiences.
Starting moodily with post-coital bliss and moving to uncertainty on her trail run, her true feelings of tenderness are revealed in her watercolor portraits of Tina and the baby. All these mixtures of emotions she goes through as she wrestles with her sense of alienation she’s labeled her, lesbian daddy blues.
Her character changes dramatically in “Remembering Me, Part One” through “Part Two”. From ardent in her quest for sexual intimacy, her professional high-powered egotistic self no longer suited up for action, we’re meeting the struggling Bette Porter trying to find her way in a wholly new form of intimacy that’s unfolding.
Love your writing. Thanks for continuing to write.
Okay, so I had time to read it before my flight loved it! I see Angelica isnt the only one nursing (smile)! Vampires…….yup only Alice! I love the incorporated pictures cant wait until the next chapter!