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Her lover’s words warmed Tina’s heart and made her smile. “Did I tell you that I love you?”
“Maybe. Once or twice.”
“I love you,” Tina replied.
The Roommates – Pride & Prejudice: Chapter 8
“I love you,” she’d said.
Three little words bearing an incalculable measure of contentment. Those three little words rolled around and around in Bette’s mind as she drifted off to sleep in Tina’s metaphysical embrace. Those words were spoken by her golden haired lover as the two met in Bette’s sweet slumber and those three little words sounded in her memory as she awoke the following morning.
It wasn’t just the three words that had captivated her. It was also the owner of the voice that had spoken them. Reading those words in email or in a text message was one thing. But to have those three little words coated in the vocal essence of the woman that owned her heart was another matter all together.
After waking and feeling more rested than she had in some time, Bette showered and changed. As she enjoyed an energizing brunch with her mother and David in Clancy’s Bistro, her dark eyes twinkled and nearly every subject they discussed could somehow be traced back to Tina Kennard. As she spoke, David recognized the glow. He remembered the conversation he and Janice had concerning his stepdaughter’s sexuality and though he’d initially had reservations about how he would be able to relate to a “Lesbian Bette”, those concerns quickly faded away as the three enjoyed their meal.
Following brunch, the trio made their way to The Met at which time Janice bid her family farewell, vowing to meet up with Bette later on.
Clothed in linen tan capris, a short-sleeved tee, and casual sandals, Bette would have been considered underdressed for work. But she wasn’t working that day. She was purely there for her own personal enjoyment and led the way up the stairs and inside her place of work. Conversation flowed easily between David and Bette as they made their way around the museum.
As they stood before Gustave Corbet’s “Sleep”, the captivating portrait of two nude women, one brunette and one blonde, wrapped in each other’s arms on a bed of white linens, Bette couldn’t help but get misty-eyed, her thoughts still on Tina’s “I Love You”.