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“I’m good, I was overjoyed when you replied too me” Bette couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice.
“I was shocked I should have known when I moved back to LA that you would find me, I didn’t think it would only take you three weeks,”
“Where have you been?” Bette asked as her tea arrived, she thanked the server and asked for a little while to decide on their food. she was going to beat around the brush today, she knew they both anted answers.
“I was in San Diego for about eight weeks, then Boston, then I lived in Albany, New York for two years before I was offered the job at UCLA.” Tina explained slowly, she knew her hands were shaking slight, they always had a natural shake to them that she knew would be there for the rest of her life.
Bette looked at her shocked, she could see her hands and that she was nervous pulling at her sleeves, she had no right to ask about that yet.
“I’m sorry I drove you away Ti,” Bette’s shortening of her name always felt amazing, no one had called her Ti in three years.
“I shouldn’t have run, I should have stayed or gone to one of our friend’s houses, but I didn’t.” Tina looked down at the menu, pretending to think about what she would like, the server came back over. They both ordered. Tina ordered the beef hot sandwich and Bette ordered the chicken sandwich with a side salad with extra dressing.
“Where did you go that night?” Bette asked softly.
Tina finally looked up, she knew they had to be honest, today was about them clearing the air, even if they never saw each other again, Tina wanted to make sure they had spoken to each other and got everything on the table.
“I drove to a motel between here and San Diego, my car never left there. I believe it got towed or something.” She really didn’t know. she’d been to sick to know.
“Why?” Bette asked
“I left here I was a mess, I’d seen you with…with her…” Tina had gone over and over in her mind that night. The hurt, the pain. Everything. She put her hands in her lap as she could feel them getting worse. “We’d had violent sex. I hated you and I hated myself. Erm…” she stopped. She had to she could feel tears in her eyes.