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    That Time of Year

     

    “C’mon, Bette, I was being complementary, if not jealous.”

     

    “Aren’t my bazongas good enough?” Dana wondered aloud.

     

    “Of course they are.” Alice placed a quick peck on Dana’s cheek. “They just haven’t experienced the same growing spurt that -”

     

    “Alice?”

     

    Bette’s tone cut off the blonde. Still, Alice flashed a smile at her friend. The words might not have been spoken, but the intent remained.

     

    “I still don’t see what this has to do with me.” Bette crossed her arms across her chest. “And no more talk of Tina.”

     

    “Well, don’t you think if anything happened to your bazongas, Tina would miss them?”

     

    Bette kept her composure through her friend’s more impassioned speech.

     

    “I’d miss what?” Sipping on a mineral water, Tina rejoined the group and seated herself in the chair with Bette.

     

    Bette helped Tina remove Angelica from the carrier, making faces at her daughter as she spoke. “It’s nothing. Really.”

     

    “I did hear my name,” Tina countered, feeling a little defensive.

     

    “Alice was just saying -” Shane started.

     

    “Alice was saying many things.” Bette smoothed Angelica’s unruly curls. “Most of which does not bear repeating.”

     

    “Babe?”

     

    The tone in Tina’s voice made it clear to Bette that this conversation wouldn’t be dismissed quite so easily.

     

    “We were talking about how Bette’s a pussyass,” Dana offered, several minutes behind in the conversation.

     

    However behind Dana might have been, Tina was even further behind not being present for most of what had transpired. “Pussyass? Why’s that?”

     

    “She’s afraid of getting a mammogram,” Alice stated, looking smug.

     

    “Babe?”

     

    “We’ll talk about this later, T.”

     

    But Tina wasn’t as willing to accept another dismissive comment. “So you are being a pussyass.”

     

    For a moment it appeared that the well-known Porter temper would surface. Instead, she turned towards Alice. “You are in so much trouble,” Bette said through a tight grin.

     

    “Why’s that?” Alice mimicked the facial gesture.

     

    “Because you’re going with me. Unless, of course, you’re a pussyass.”

     

    Dana snorted, causing the rest to laugh.

     

    Shane held up her glass. “Here’s to overcoming pussyassosity.”

     

    “Now that is really not a word,” pronounced Bette as she raised her glass with the rest.

     

    Her gesture was rewarded with another kiss from Tina, this one on the lips. “I’m proud of you, babe.”

     

    Bette gave her wife a squeeze, and heard Tina’s quiet whisper, “even if you can be a pussyass.”

     

    But it didn’t matter. Bette knew that this was something that she had to do, not just for herself, but for her family.

     

    She planned to find a more personal way to celebrate the decision. For all she cared, Alice could eat her heart out. Bette knew that later, Tina’s bazongas would be all hers.

     

    (the end.)

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    Comments

    1. did mine the past may–no big deal doesn’t hurt and the girl there kept you from feeling uncomfortable–everone should who needs to should do it

    2. Thanks for providing that very much needed PSA. You did it in your typical ‘slice of life with humor’ way.

      We often forget to take care of ourselves.

      My best for your friend’s recovery.

    3. Thanks, that was great! It wasn’t easy to pull off, but you did it really well, with humour to boot.

      That’s a message we all should take in: It’s always better to catch it early.

    4. have it done every year.. its no big deal… the test not my bazongas.. they are so worth it…

      love this..

      so ladies get the girls checked…it doesn’t hurt… DO YOU TRUST ME…

    5. That goes for young teen ager to older than dirt ladies. Yes and men too. It can happen to both ses. thanks for reminding us.hope your friend fairs well.

    6. When I first saw your post, but not the story, I was thinking “get back to your story”; But…this PSA is so important! Great reminder!

      Thanks for the funny story to go with it! I’m sure Alice is super jealous of Tina’s bazongas!!!!

    7. i’m one of your many silent readers…although, reading your PSA..i thought i should finally comment…first off…you are an amazing writer…reminds me of my favorite author Judi Picoult, giving each character their own voice…

      second, good luck w/ your breast cancer walk…i do one walk a year [revlon in may] and one big [Breast Cancer 3day-60 miles] walk every couple years…below is a link to dedicating a part of quilt to you and your friend…

      Follow the link below to bring you to Yoplait’s – The Quilt of Hope

      http://www.epicurious.com/promo/yoplait/

      mahalo for your wonderful words…

    8. p – you really must hae too much time on your hands. lol. thanks for reminding us that how important it is to do each year. i myself have it done yearly. thanks.

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