Half way through her wrap, Bette cracked open her drink and drank half of it, on putting it down, she looked Kit square in the eye. “So what’s up?”

“What? Can’t a person just see their sister and spend time with her?” Kit asked.

“Well we did that yesterday and you know why I dashed off after that.” Better picked up her half wrap and continued to eat. She wondered what her sister was getting up to? She wasn’t up for any lecture or advice about anything right now, and most not about Tina.

“I’d like you to speak to Tina.” Kit said solemnly.

“Why? What is it supposed to achieve?” Bette put the last of her burger down, now looking at it with distaste.

“Well for one, she asked me to ask you to give her a call.” Bette looked at Kit, confusion written all over her face.

“I…” she trailed off not knowing what to say. “Kit, I walked in to three messages from her. What do you suppose this is all about? I’m not comfortable with this.” Kit could see the fear in her fearless sisters’ eyes.

“Just call her, and remember, I love you.” Kit stood up pulling Bette up as well and gave her sister a tight reassuring hug.

“Thanks sis, and I love you too. I just wish I didn’t have to do this, call Tina.” Bette helped clear away the left over food and toss the rest into the trash.

The phone was flashing red when Bette walked into her house. It’s been a while since she’d even used it, or more like got any messages. She was never busy or was that needed that someone couldn’t get hold of her. She remembers when she and Tina had gotten the message machine. They had missed about 10 calls each from Kit and Shane while they spent the weekend in bed, ‘resting’ was their excuse. Now Bette had no such distractions and could answer her calls, until today. She dropped her bags on the closest couch and proceeded to press play on the messenger.

“Hey Bette, its Tina here.” Her breath caught, hearing her name from Tina’s lips, albeit via the machine still did things to her. Tina’s voice continued as Bette sank into the nearest couch she could find. “I need to speak to you, I wish we could meet up, but a phone call will be good.” Tina sighed over the line as if wondering if her message was going to be heard. “Please get back to me, I still have the same number.” She then said her number again and ended with a rather reluctant “goodbye” as if speaking longer would mean Bette will pick up somehow.