Masterful redirection achieved, now their gracious extrication followed.  “Now Nicole, isn’t that Tony Cross over there?  I’ve been trying to have a private audience with him but need an introduction only you can provide.  Besides, we’ve monopolized Bette long enough.” 
 
After saying our goodbyes, my gaze rested on their retreating figures and again couldn’t help but be struck at the impression she’d left me with.  Now I knew why Tina was spending time with the woman.  She was warm and engaging. 
 
Relief coupled my discomfort at the thought.  She would still be with me if I hadn’t fouled up.  Yet I wouldn’t want any less of a person to linger in Tina’s presence.
 
My thoughts return to what I just said to Shane, ‘…a comfortable air, our being friends, or my supporting her current and or future relationships then so be it.’  
 
“I offered you know, to be friends and she accepted.”  I continued although I’m certain she already knew, “We even share a cup of coffee every now and then to…to catch up.”  Although no questions have yet been raised specific to what happened.

Our conversations were calm and non-confrontational.  Which is to say they were limited to less personal matters although the fact we were sharing bits and pieces of our lives again was comforting. 
 
She was quite busy pulling together a proposal including operational and process plans related to a warehouse leased by the center currently used for storage.  The goal was to convert it to an activity center for working mothers meeting meager income guidelines. 

It would provide support for childcare while hosting a limited number of enrichment programs including secretarial and other vocational instruction.  Any growth in classes offered directly impacted by additional funding generated.

The spark in her eyes was unmistakable.  One that I’d missed for quite some time now.  I can’t help but think our choices had stifled her creative juices.  Another regret to contend with.
 
Shane added more chips to the pot then cocked her head toward me and said, “You think you can be just friends?  Don’t you still love her?”
 
“What do you mean do I love her?  Of course I do!” I replied incredulously.  “We have a history and she’ll always be important to me.”
 
In a more conciliatory tone, almost as if talking to a toddler Shane asked, “Bette… If you had another chance to be with her…do you love her?” the emphasis on ‘love’ not lost in the utterance.