“Her name’s Danielle. She is… the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.” Bobbi said beaming from within.

“You know her? But at the store she looked at you like,…” Tina stumbled with the words.

“She was one of my patients.” Bobbi said dropping her head down into her chest, “And my lover.” she said flipping her hair back and running a hand through to it as the wind had picked up. Tina’s mind didn’t know what to do next, here she was sitting with someone who once again seemed to throw her off balance.

“What?” Tina asked a little to sarcastically, it was a lot harsher than she intended it to be.

“I was…, sorry, I am a licensed psychologist.”

“Since when?” Tina said now completely ignoring the naked figure out riding unabashedly and focusing her full attention to how it was that she was spending all of her time with a doctor.

“Uhhh, since they gave a little piece a paper saying I could call myself that..” Bobbi said now crossing her legs and preparing for the onslaught of questions she was sure Tina would have.

“But you..”

“I’ll start from her story. Ok?” Bobbi interrupted holding her hand to stop Tina’s progress.

“Please.”

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By now Bette had briefly showered and had returned to her friend who sat patiently waiting for her to finish. Shane had come inside and was sitting at the kitchen table trying to find some clarity in this jumbled mess. Bette stood at the entry way to kitchen watching her friend twirl her cell in her hand, it was then she realized that her friends really wanted her to be genuinely happy. Here she was trying her damnedest to come up with a solution to make her happy once again. Bette softly padded into the kitchen and stood looking at Shane, she bent her head down to capture her attention.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.” she said with her eyebrows furrowed and her attention now on the pool that seemed to dance with the stronger winds outside. Bette sat down and softly took the phone from Shane’s fidgeting hands and she placed in the middle of the table. There they both sat staring at the phone as though the answers were going to spring out and free them this misery.