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Bette stepped closer to her. “There was no window, Carmen. Tina just…she just broke the door down.”
Bette nodded. “Yes. That’s her name. We are taking a break for the moment.”
“Yes. I need to settle some things with Sidney. I’ll fill you in later. Do you have time to talk tonight?” asked Bette.
“I do. But I’m leaving first thing in the morning. I just flew in for your show.”
Bette’s brow furrowed. “You flew in for one day? Just to see the show?”
Carmen paused, studying the dark eyes before her. “To see you and the show.”
Thanksgiving at the Kennard House
Steven sat his fork down and folded his hands under his chin. “Well, I feel like the straight white male in America is under persecution. Immigrants and minorities steal all the jobs, liberals have clogged the media, traditional values are under attack. And if we say anything about it, we’re deemed racists.”
“Couldn’t have said it better,” Tracy replied.
“Traditional values? The president of the united states of America cheated on every wife he had. He’s on camera telling a man that he can grab women by the pussy.”
Kaitlyn glared at her and nodded her head toward her boys. “Hey! Watch your language.”
“Watch my language? It’s on national television. This is real. This is American reality,” said Tina.
Tracy Kennard continued, “Besides. That was locker room talk. It was never meant for anyone to hear it.”
“Mom! That’s the point!” Tina said.
The Roommates – Fast Forward to 2019: Chapter 29
Bette thought it would be inappropriate for her to be alone in her house with Carmen. So they spent the night together in the main gallery, just talking. They sat side-by-side, against one of the walls. Bette was nibbling on a black and white mousse. Carmen was drinking an entire bottle of champagne by herself, refilling her glass when it got low.
She pulled a rainbow-colored bullet from her purse and offered it to Bette.
The gallery owner shook her head. “No thanks. I’m trying to quit,” she said. Though her words were firm, she’d felt her heart speed up and had clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to snort the white powder. The pull of coke was greater than the draw of alcohol.