"I could die a thousand times watching that." Bette said into the now still room.

"I never told you what perfect timing you had, Baby." Tina said sliding into an easily achievable sleep.

……………………………………..

Tina was sitting at a cafe waiting on Justine to return from the restroom. Although her time was limited she knew this was a good idea the moment Justine suggested it. They were simply meeting to arrange a proper division of all the assets they acquired together. And to end all financial ties with each other. They spent the first half hour arguing about how Tina wanted nothing to do with Justine’s Grandma’s will and how she would surrender everything over to Justine. Selfishly Justine felt bad knowing she’d let her Grandma down by losing Tina and hurting her so badly in the process. Tina thought she would feel bad at seeing Justine in a brace and with limited mobility of her wrist, but truth be told she didn’t feel even a twinge of remorse.

"Looking at all the deposits that were made into our accountit looks like your getting more than 1/2 of the account." Justine said sitting back down and reaching for her martini.

"Yeah well a bigger portion of my check went into it Jus, it’s my money." Tina said un-phased by Justine’s now passive aggressive remarks and body language.

"That was an account by the two of us, Tina."

"So?"

"So it should be divided equally. Remember, whats yours is mine, so on and so forth."

"At the time I didn’t know what was mine was being spread all over L.A." Tina said and tried to diffuse her anger before it got out of hand and they made another scene here in the cafe. "Look we both contributed the same percentage, it just so happens that my contributions were more than yours."

"Fine, whatever." Justine said giving up that long shot, "What about all of the furniture. We bought that together, remember."

"Yes, I do remember. I’m willing to pay you the full amount that your portion came up to."

Justine didn’t know what to say to that, Tina seemed to be cold and in a business woman no nonsense like demeanor. The way she spoke seemed almost detached and not really like the woman she lived with for a number of years.