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Remembering Me – Part Two
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“Do you want anything while I’m up?” I ask Tina, lying on the bed.
“No, I believe you’ve heard me several times asking you to come here.” She pats the pillow next to her.
I sigh deeply and fall onto the bed staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t want to go on a date with a vampire either, Tina.”
“Of course you don’t.”
“In fact, I don’t want to get dressed ever again. I may start smoking dope and painting in my pajamas.”
Tina laughs and pushes at my shoulder. “Go get your paintings so, I can see if that’s in your future.”
In the bottom cabinet by the bed, I take out a medium-sized folder holding my watercolors. I flip through them and see the delight and surprise on Tina’s face.
”Beautiful! Bette, I love this one.” She taps the graphite sketch of Angelica’s face and motions for me to keep going.
I hand her one of her sleeping with the baby at her breast that I’d carefully painted with warm yellow sun tones next to the blue-green of her open blouse. Ever so carefully using a tiny, tiny sable brush I’d painted a rosy hue for her lips and nipples.
Holding it, she begins to cry and pulling tissues from the box, she says, “It’s so beautiful, Bette. May I keep it?”
“It’s for you.”
”Thank you.” She kisses me. “Do I really look like this?”
“You’re a very sexy sleeper, Baby. You always have been.”
Tina holds the small painting up, looking for a place to hang it on the wall. “This isn’t the kind of painting we show, is it?”
“No, it’s a private moment.” I flip to the one most recently finished. “Here’s the last one. The rest are studies only.” I hand her one I painted of the three of us. Our baby encircled in our arms.
Holding it Tina weeps again.
I wipe her tears. “I don’t know what to do for you,” I confess.
“You do, you just did.” She leans back against me and we look at the bird’s eye view painting of the three of us.
“I’ve watched you float up there, Bette, many times,” she says, putting her head on my shoulder. ”Quite the conversation, I imagine?”
Smiling to myself I gather up the paintings and slip them back into their folder. “Never about you though.”
”Uh huh,” she leans past me and turns out the light.
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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!