With her head on the countertop mumbling that she can’t do this. Is h Bette found her. Walking slowly upon her Bette gently took her hand in her and turned her around to face her.

“Helena please tell me what’s wrong. I’ve never seen you this way. And it’s starting to really freak me out now. Talk to me. It can’t be that bad. You ask me to come over here because you needed to talk about something. Well I’m here. So tell me what is eating you up inside? Bette was very concerned and wondered should she call Peggy.

Pulling herself somewhat together. Helena gave Bette hand a squeeze and walked her back into the living room. “You are quite right. I just hope you won’t want to take your flowers back.”

“Never.”

“Never say never Bette. We both know how fast that can change.”

“May I ask you a question Bette?”

“Of course Helena, what’s the question?”

“Do you promise to give me an honest answer?”

“Yes if I can.”

“Do you remember our first meeting?”

“Yes. You know what? Maybe I will have that drink after all.”

“I thought you would. What will you have wine something with a kick or perhaps a beer?”

“A beer sounds real good.”

“Well beer it is.” Walking to the bar Helena grab two bottles and brought them back to couch. Giving one to Bette and keeping the other for herself. “Where shall I start?”

“The beginning is always good Helena.”

“You’re right.” Taking in and blowing out a deep breath she begin to tell Bette why she wanted to talk to her. “The question I ask you earlier about our first meeting and you said yes that you remembered.”

“Of course I remember it Helena. It’s not like we got off to a good start. Is it even necessary to bring it up all? It’s in the past, why hash up the old pains? You’ve changed. Hell even I’ve changed. I don’t want to live in the pains and regrets of yesterday. I want to live for the today, the moment and a better tomorrow. Don’t you?”

“Why must you make this so difficult?” Smiling and shaking her head she removed herself from the couch. Walking toward the fireplace she turn around to face Bette once again. Taking a long swig of her beer hoping it would give her the courage to say what needed to be said. “You know I remember it like it was yesterday and maybe that’s the problem. I remember the first time that my mother spoke your name. How I should have witness how you just came into her suite and swept her off her feet. You must have been amazing. Because I’ve never seen her smile like that. She was practically glowing. At that precise moment I knew that you gave her something that I’ve never been able to do. And I was truly pissed about it.”