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The Roommates – Fast Forward to 2019: Chapter 23
Tina closed the oven door before setting the timer. “Mom, 45 minutes, right?” she asked.
Her mother’s gray hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore worn white apron. “Yep. 45 minutes. While those cook, I need you to grate some cheese. Kaitlyn’s peeling potatoes.”
“Okay,” she replied.
She took a sip of the mimosa she had been nursing all morning. Her mother and sister were drinking bloody mary’s. Tina’s discussion with Bette about alcohol and addiction had been heavy on her mind. Everything about Bette had been heavy on her mind. She hadn’t slept well and Bette seemed to be avoiding her. Tina had called her several times the day before, only to end up leaving voicemails. Her text messages had largely gone unanswered until she received a reply at 1 am.
Bette: Hey, T. I’m sorry I didn’t return your calls. I’ve been really tied up today. I decided to spend the night with my sister. I’ll just stay overnight and I’ll be here for Thanksgiving. I miss you terribly.
Tina had called her immediately after receiving the text. Bette still had answered her. The call had gone right to voicemail. If Bette had been at home, Tina would have showed up on her doorstep. Instead, she threw herself back in the bed, worrying about Bette. Arriving at her parents’ home to prepare the Thanksgiving meal had been a welcome relief from the thoughts swirling in her mind.
When their mother took a break to return a few holiday phone calls, Kaitlyn sat down beside her sister and asked, “What’s up with you?”
Tina had pulled herself out of her reverie, blinking quickly to reorient herself. “What?” she asked.
“What is up with you? You’re acting weird.”
Tina looked down at the glass bowl on the counter and the cheese grater in her hand. “I’m not acting weird. I’m grating cheese.”
Kaitlyn sipped her cocktail. “No, you’re being weird. You haven’t complained to Mom once about this cooking shit. And you didn’t even roll your eyes at Henry when you got here.”
Tina frowned. “So, my normal self complains and rolls my eyes?”