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“Bette, Tina’s on line 2… sounds urgent…” James was learning when to interrupt his boss and when to just take a message. Any call from Tina was to go immediately to Bette and it usually put her in a much better mood so that was one rule he was happy to enforce.
Bette smiled into the phone, eager to hear Tina’s voice. “Hey Tee, did you get to the hotel ok?”
“Yes, but fucking hell Bette…” Tina launched into a rant, her words coming fast and hurried, she was clearly wound up. “…my bags are headed for Munich… the airline screwed up…such a fuckup, my God Bette what am I going to do? It’s already almost five here and I meet the author at 9:30 in the morning. This is a complete fucking mess of a disaster…”
Tina was frantic, her voice wavering as she took a deep breath. “I have nothing, absolutely nothing to wear other than what I wore on the plane and I spilled coffee on the front of my shirt…”
“I can call my friend, she owns…”
“It’s too late! I left a message for the author to call me so we can reschedule. The airline said the bags should arrive by Wednesday night, Wednesday Bette! That means I will have to get on another return flight… FUCK! I won’t be home in time to go to the beach Friday morning. There’s no way…”
She sounded frustrated and more than a little angry, her voice raised, panicky. Bette thought quickly.
This can not interfere with our trip to the beach… in any way, shape, or form.
“No. No you can’t delay your departure. I mean, she may not be able to see you later in the week, right? I have a friend who…”
“It won’t work…”
“No, Bette… No…I have no other choice. Don’t you see? Oh God, I’m so pissed right now, I can’t think straight. What the fuck am I going to do?”
“Listen to me. Take a deep breath. Good. Now take another one. Ok? One more? Ok. My friend Rachel owns Joie, it’s right there in Manhattan. They can select some outfits for you and deliver to the room early tomorrow morning….”