Looking in Tina and Helena’s direction I elucidated, “In Justin’s case it actually applies as he refuses to replace or supplement his land line with a cell phone.” 

With palms facing upward, he raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders slightly, “The illusion of being unreachable only serves to entice potential clients I say.”  

“Then it will be of no surprise for you to play back a message from me soon.” Helena interjected.

“I certainly hope so!” he replied genially.

“I’ll leave you in Justin’s capable hands then.”  With a slight nod and comfortable smile, I turned to resume circulating the gallery as was expected.

Not more than a couple of feet away from where I left them, Tina halted my retreat. “Bette?”

Turning to face her, she stopped leaving the length of two strides between us.  Helena and Justin were in conversation in the background.  Justin, in addition to being gifted was absolutely right. 

Tina was beautiful. 

Looking relaxed, she had a glow about her.  Then again I’m quite biased.  Her physical attributes have always appealed to me.  She looked stunning in the simple elegance of her outfit and demeanor.

Her voice interrupted my reflection.  Smiling she said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I returned genuinely.  “I’m glad you decided to accept the invitation.” 

“Well yes for that too but…” she clarified diffidently “I mean, thank you…” She left the rest unsaid.

“I hope you liked them.  A sure-fire favorite for those kids of yours I think.”  My hands were positioned in front of me, fingers splayed as their tips rhythmically tapped together.  After several more taps for good measure I held them in place, clasped with fingers interlaced.

“What you wrote really meant something to me.” Taking a step forward, she reached out to lay her right hand to interrupt my thumbs whose pads were rubbing against each other uneasily. 

I grinned at her and explained, “Nervous energy.” 

“I know.” Tina observed if not stated factually.  “Otherwise composed except on occasion, for your anxious fingers.”

“Don’t worry.” Beaming kindly she reassured, “No one noticed.”

“Thank you for being here.”  Shifting so her hand was on top of my left one, I covered it with my other hand.  “I wasn’t sure if you would come.” 

The last time Tina was here…was that night.  When she saw me with Candace.  “Bad memories.”  I confessed breathlessly at what I thought would keep her away. 

After a short pause I asked with caution, “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” she confirmed.  Her voice was hushed and level.  “I am.”

Tilting my head slightly toward hers, I looked directly into Tina’s eyes to make sure.  I couldn’t help but sigh softly in relief.  Our hands exchanged a gentle squeeze.

Just then I heard my name being called.  Turning my head, I acknowledged the request with an upward nod.  The next hour or so would be absent a break until the planned introduction of the artists featured.  Thereafter I would have time to linger with the guests as they enjoyed and scrutinized the work in the area initially cordoned off. 

Returning my gaze to the woman before me, I was reminded of the many times she held my hand in support. In comfort.  From memory, these events were easier to handle with her by my side. 

“I’m glad you’re here.”  It was special, having Tina here tonight. 

Perhaps more for my assurance than hers, I took a step closer and leaned in.  Accepting the movement she reciprocated.  Our touch was light and affectionate as we shared a brief embrace.

Then I said quietly in parting. “Enjoy your evening.”

“You too.” Tina responded, her voice full of warmth.