Melvin never understood why Bette didn’t love opera as much as she loved all the arts, including classical music; even Kit whose interest in music where far apart from Mozart or Wagner loved opera. For years Melvin tried her best to have Bette into the marvellous worlds opera offered, romanticism, drama, love, passion, hate,… all the feelings any human being could felt were sang by Mozart, Wagner, Belling,… but Bette never understood it, she had never found any interest in what she used to describe as “a gang of people screaming their feelings”. Melvin had always adored the loving tough his baby girl had for all the arts but the idea of how she escribed opera was someting as painful as her homosexuality.

When Melvin visited New York he always had a night for opera a for years tried to shared it with Bette, when she grew up Melvin realised that going with her at the opera was something that never was going to happen; Bette smiled remembering all that and thought that maybe Melvin would have liked Helena as long as she was the reason she was trying to go to the opera.

As soon as Bette discovered how difficult was the task of getting tickets Bette decided to call a close friend of her dad who lived in New York. Henry was a nice man and Bette had memories of her playing with Henry’s kids during some visits with her father. Bette called Henry Fairchild III ready to make Helena happy.

It’s Bette Porter to Henry Fairchild said Bette to Henry’s secretary.

Bette Porter? Answered a male voice on the other side of the line in less than thirty seconds. Melvin’s little girl, what a pleasure! How are you Bette?

I’m fine, thanks. Henry, my dad always said that you weren’t old, you were experienced men. Bette was showing all her Porter charm. Henry I’m at New York and… welll I have a very special friend who loves opera and…. and I thought that maybe you could help me… I remember you said you work at the opera, and maybe… Don’t think I’m… apologize Bette considering that she sounding mean. She didn’t want her father’s friend to think she was so selfish as to call only to get something from him.