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    The Journey 31

    Story written on November 22, 2005 by unbeknown.
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    Author Notes:

    Tina finds out a bit about what Bette did when she was away.

    Bette: I decided to roll the dice, one down. I silently pick up the next drawing. “Head of John the Baptist, 1507, haunting, mystical darkness.”

    Tina: I wait until Bette is ready to tell me.

    Bette: “That’s how I felt, like I was in some mystically dark place that I didn’t know how I got there and I certainly didn’t know how to get out. If I felt anything it was haunted. I was here but I seemed trapped somewhere else, in another life that I didn’t need a body to be there. Mostly I felt nothing. That’s why I liked the head on the plate. I’d spent so much time thinking and so little time feeling, it seemed appropriate.” I watch Tina move to the next one without a word.

    Bette: “Saint Martin dividing his Cloak. Saint Martin was a solider, quite a popular soldier, probably painted in 1350. He divides his cloak as an act of charity and humility. I guess I wondered how things would have been if I’d been more humble and more charitable. He had so little and was prepared to give so much. Me, I had so much and was prepared to give so little.” I sip the scotch I’d poured. “I had lots of time to reflect, a little more humility and charity seemed a good idea.” I offer.

    Tina: “Why Mona Lisa?” as I look at the last one.

    Bette: I’ve become less sentimental during the conversation and more matter of fact having recovered from the shock of Tina’s first choice and the power of memories. “It’s her stillness, look how still she is. It’s that stillness that somehow conveys the full range of human emotions. The more I studied her the more resentful I became about what she hides, why she won’t share it with us, I know it’s there, I know she has those emotions, yet there is no willingness or ability to share them. I asked myself what would have happened if I’d been that still and looked around at what was going on, if I’d been willing to acknowledge and share what I felt. Would I be standing in The Louvre alone? Would it have made any difference? Would things have turned out the same but I would have felt like less of arsehole?” I look straight at Tina.

    Tina: I watch Bette and I see things I recognize, her strength and passion but I see things I have not known in her, even in the beginning. Bette has grown. A willingness to  look at her actions and contributions, a silent desire to be a better a person, to be honest with herself and with me. Wordlessly I make my way to her and give her a hug, a long hug that offers safety and a thank you for sharing with me. I stand back “Did you find any answers to your questions?”

    Bette: “I really don’t know Tee, some.”

    Tina: “I don’t know Bette, if things would have been different, no one can know but we are here now, making good progress, yes?”

    Bette: “Yes, definitely.” I nod for emphasis. “Tina, do you feel like you have made the right decision for you and Laurel?”

    Tina: “Yes.” Is all I say. I see it is getting quite dark outside.

    Bette: I start to roll the drawings up.

    Tina: “Bette?”

    Bette: “Hmmm?”

    Tina: “There is something I’ve been wanting to ask you”

    Bette: I look up more attentive, waiting for Tina to ask.

    Tina: “Will you have dinner with me, just the two of us, alone, tonight?”

     

     

     

     

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    Comments

    1. Enjoying this story. I love how you incorporated the drawings and the feelings that Bette drew from them. Also love how you’ve portrayed Tina. Like most of the writer’s, you have shown the great depth of Tina much more so than even IC showed. Tina has far more depth, feeling and awareness than does Bette. As in the old adage “still waters run deep” so does Tina and her love for Bette. She understands Bette far better than Bette understands herself. Most of the writers have found this in Tina and displays it just at the right time. Thank you for your insight of the characters. Thanks for the post.

    4. Tina: “Will you have dinner with me, just the two of us, alone, tonight?”…i think we’re all waiting for dinner and what comes after. please don’t keep us waiting too long, ok? very nice chappy, girlie.

    9. I thought this was a perfect way to let us understand and Tina too why Bette was off looking at art, collecting pictures. They both needed that discussion to bring them closer together. Great chapter.

    10. It’s wonderful,I start my day with your story, and there is no better way to start a day! You’re unbelievable, by your words, you can make fiction become reality, it’s absolutely fascinating!You really should think about writing a book, writing seems to be so natural for you.And I’m not talking about the character or the story itself, but your style, you’re captivating!I can’t get enough ;-)

    17. Thank you – great chapter – you explained the Art well and I especially liked the meaning Bette read into the works. (i know the images) Tina needed to listen and understand. Enjoying this story & looking forward to you next chapter!

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