Just then, Bette’s longtime and exceedingly loyal maid Jane enters, very chipper, and begins tidying up the room.

Jane: Good Morning Ms. Porter, it’s a brilliant Monday morning, I trust you slept well.  Breakfast is waiting and here is your paper. By the way that young Thomas Penbrooke called and wishes to have lunch with you sometime this afternoon.  He said to tell you that a production team from Disney is considering turning one of your artist’s collections into a movie. It sounds very strange to me, but all the same, he says it’s important and to not delay in returning his call

Jane continued to chatter as Bette slowly made her way out of bed heading towards her bathroom to take a cold shower.  She was usually a morning person, but combine jet lag and an emotional dream, she felt like she couldn’t function. Over the course of her life, Bette has had the same dream about a woman she felt so much for, but only saw in her sleep; in real life Bette couldn’t find anyone she could feel half as much for as she felt for this nighttime lover.  Bette sometimes felt haunted by the loneliness she endured during the greater portion of her life. All the success, friends and family did little to take away that enduring pain; Bette found herself wishing more and more to come across someone she could feel more for than temporary lust.

After breakfast Bette put on one of her famous tailor-cut Prada suits that accentuated every positive part of her body and fit like a beautiful suede glove.  As she headed toward her Mercedes, her driver had the door waiting ajar and she could hear Jane yelling down the stairs: Don’t forget about Mr. Penbrooke!!!

Bette: Thanks Jane, it slipped my mind. 

Bette scolded herself for her absentmindedness, she knew she had to pull herself together and get to work.  Besides she couldn’t wait to meet Thomas and tell him about the success she had in L.A.

Bette got into her downtown office at the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) around 10a.m and by 1pm got caught up with her work in time to see Thomas at her door.