Jules had jumped back while Diane had scrambled to answer the call.  As she thumbed across the glass screen, she reached out to hold onto Jules’ forearm, but the auburn-haired beauty had already started to walk away, turning once to look back at Diane with a regretful smile. 

Diane sobbed quietly into the phone, sliding down the door ‘til she sat, crumpled on the floor while Tom talked about his day in LA.

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(Months later in Bordeaux, France)

Bette smiled as she spied Tina walk across the plaza, as Tina finished with a call from the studio.  She reached out her hand, which the blonde took with a warm smile.  She gave Tina a long look, before turning to head in the general direction where Diane was waiting for them.

“What?” Tina asked, with a light laugh.

“Just gazing at you for a second, it is impossible for me even to talk,” Bette said quietly, looking meaningfully again at her fiancé as they strode together slowly towards Diane.

Tina smiled, “Sappho.”

Mmmhmmm, Bette nodded.

“I think it was really generous of you, Bette, to take Diane with us on this impromptu trip,” Tina said softly, as she pulled her beloved’s hand to her lips, kissing those magical fingers one by one.

“Well I know what it feels like to be torn, wrested from your senses, and adrift in the world, without your heart’s true love,” Bette said wistfully, as they saw Diane standing in front of the fabled “water mirror” of Bordeaux, her solitary form cutting a lonely figure swallowed up by the mist that suddenly begun to envelope the almost mile and half-long mirror.

Tina turned to Bette, and whispered, “So do I, baby.”

“Were you able to reach her?” Bette asked, after giving Tina a quick kiss.

Mmhmmm, Tina answered.  “Her inheritance was just formalized a week ago.  And everything’s been smoothened out.  She was grateful for the help you gave her hiring the lawyers, while all of those inheritance issues had held up everything.”

Bette smiled, glad that things had worked out in the end.

Tina continued, “She thought that, given so much time had passed, Diane had either been engaged, or even married, to Tom, by now.”

Bette nodded her understanding, then asked Tina, “Remember what Diane said last night, when she quoted Emily Dickinson, to describe that chance encounter she and Jules had had in Central Park, about a week before her episode at work?”