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“Bette,” said Alice. “I thought you were going to meet me at the front desk.”
Bette’s dark eyes were hard and cold. They were intently focused on her wife. “I thought so too.”
Sidney said nothing, she just stared at Bette, her blue eyes wide in surprise.
Bette stood at the wall, facing Sidney. She leaned against it, one foot on the floor, the other on the wall behind her. “So great to see that my wife is behaving herself,” she said.
Alice’s dark brown eyes looked at her friend, pleading for calm. “Bette,” she said.
A bitter smile slid onto Bette’s lips. “I get it. She gets to fall apart. But I need to be cool and collected about it. She gets to act like a fucking maniac and Bette has to be the one to pick up the pieces.”
Sidney hung her head, tears in her eyes.
Alice slung her arm around Sidney’s shoulders. “Bette, please.”
The sight of her best friend comforting the one woman who’d brought her so much pain was enough to push Bette over the edge. “Don’t cry those tears on account of me. I hate your fucking guts!”
Alice jumped up, rushing to Bette. She grabbed at her hands, pulling her from the room and into the hallway. Nurses and staff bustled around them.
“What the fuck? This isn’t helping her,” said Alice, her eyes blazing with anger.
“I don’t give a fuck what helps her.”
Alice tossed her hands in frustration. “She’s sick, Bette. Give her a break.”
Bette’s chocolate orbs studied her friend. It wasn’t her intention to rib Alice for simply trying to be a good friend. But Alice didn’t understand. Alice didn’t know what Sidney had done. Bette took a deep breath and tried to calm the rage she felt. Her skin felt like it was broiling. Her temple jumped as she gritted and ground her teeth.
“Alice, stay here. I need to talk to her,” she said.
“Bette!” Alice called.
Bette turned to her friend and gave her a look that rooted Alice to her spot on the polished linoleum hallway floor.
Sidney looked up as she entered. Bette heard her wife say softly, “I’m so sorry.”