Tina picked up on what I was saying quickly. “Well, I agree that she should be sober for a while before she tries, but at least she’s trying at all.”

I nodded in agreement, not being able to argue with that logic. Tina looked at me.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

I looked at her questioningly.

“I mean, trying to find your family? Your mom, your dad?”

I shrugged, “Sometimes… when I was younger I did. Not so much so now…”

Tina nodded, “You know you can run background checks and stuff like that on the internet these days. Get contact details, employment history…”

“Police and arrest records?”

“Yeah, those too. But you could track them down if you wanted…”

I took a sip of wine, “And they could have done the same on me.”

Tina smiled at me, “It’s just a thought…”

“I don’t know. I know part of me kind of wants to know about them… find out if my mom’s OK, if she’s clean… but at the same time, it’s been so long… I’ve kind of moved on, you know? And I never met my dad, so that never intrigued me. I’m to the point now, where I just don’t really think about them anymore. My life hasn’t included my mom in it for so long, it’s just not a factor anymore.”

Tina nodded and rubbed my arm, “Well, if you ever change your mind, I’d be happy to help you out.”

We heard Bette and Kit talking to each other, and assumed the phone call was ended. We went into the living room, and offered our support to Kit as she told us about her awkward, but promising phone call. Her son had agreed to try to talk to her more regularly. We then had a light lunch, and Tina filled us in on the scripts she was currently reading through and helping develop. Bette talked about a show she was putting together, and Kit updated us on her upcoming gigs she was trying to book. After lunch, Kit made her exit to meet up with some of her band mates for the evening. We enjoyed a few more glasses of wine, when Bette got up and went to the Christmas tree. She pulled out a small present and walked over to the couch to sit down.