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    Stand alone 4

        “So what do you believe in?” Tina asked around a wide smile.

        “What do I believe in? Let me see…” Bette stared at the ground as she thought hard.

        “Do you believe in Santa Clause?”

        “Of course not!”

        “The Tooth Fairy?”

        “No.”

        “God?”

        “I believe he exists but not in the way the big religions fool us into believing.”

        “Hm.” Tina wanted to probe some more but didn’t want
    to get into a heavy discussion on religion, of all things.

        “Valentine’s Day?”

        “Definitely not.”

        “Everyone is basically good?”

        “No.”

        “Everyone is basically evil?”

        “No.”

        “Do you believe in family values?”

        “Which ones? Mine, or what the conservative majority passes as family values?”

        “Oo-kay. Touchy. Do you believe in human rights?”

        “I believe that every human being has rights, but not that it is necessary that everyone be equal.”

        “Huh? Who are you?” Tina was surprised at Bette’s
    answers. She knew Bette had strong opinions about many things, but she
    didn’t think Bette would be so cynical.

        “Oh! I have one! I think I know what I believe in.”

        “What’s that?” Tina asked cautiously.

        “I believe in relativism. Everything is relative. Even human rights.”

        “Riiiight. Relativism huh?”

        “Yes. The exact same relativism that the new pope says is the enemy of Good.”

        “He said that?”

        “I think so.” Bette started walking straighter,
    having regained a measure of her self-assurance. When she finally
    noticed that Tina wasn’t walking beside her anymore, she looked back.
    Tina was standing a few feet behind, with her hands on her waist and a
    smile that Bette could only describe as ‘sassy’ on her lips.

        “Coming, Tina?” Bette asked with a sassy smile of her own.

        “I’m exactly where I want to be, where I’m supposed to be. Why don’t you come over here?”

        “But weren’t we going home? It’s this way, baby.” Bette smirked, teasing a little.

        “Well, that was the way we were going. But this
    way,” Tina pointed to the path behind her, “is also the way back to the
    house.”

        “The path goes around in a circle Tina. Of course
    there’s also a way back to the house in that direction. But this way’s
    closer. I’m thirsty and my feet are tired. Come on baby.” Bette held
    out a hand to Tina.

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    Comments

    1. That was beautiful and disarming. What we believe to be true and what we have blind faith in can be totally different — depending on our perspective. However, LOVE is a factor that eludes time, space, and dimension…it’s everywhere and nowhere…it just is. Thanks for the update and for the poem…it was lovely. Merry Christmas.

    2. Wow! I am so blown. At first I thought it was the echo of voices in my head. But it actually was your story that did it. I am one of those people who don’t believe in a lot of things. Everything is relative. Nothing is absolute. And absolutely made my day, relatively speaking. Cheers!

    3. And I believe in Love. And I know that you do too. And I believe in some kind of path. That we can walk down, me and you. So keep your candlew burning. And make her journey bright and pure. That she will keep returning. Always and evermore.

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