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    Tomorrow – Chapter Thirteen

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    Tina Kennard narrative, one month later

    Tina was reading a script trough as she heard a knock on the door of her office.

    “Come in,” she said, quickly removing her legs from her desk. She tried to look as decent as possible.

    “This is for Ms Kennard?” a dark-haired young man asked.

    “That would be me.” Tina arched her eyebrows. He had come to her office, so of course she was Tina Kennard. “Is something wrong?”

    “No, why?”

    “Well, obviously I am Tina Kennard since you came to my office.”

    “Oh, no, I just thought…” he trailed off. This situation was getting weird.

    “You just thought what?”

    The young man took a deep breath and said: “It is right that you have been accused of sexual harrasment?”

    “That case is taken care of. It was a false accusation and I do not see why I am having this conversation with you.”

    “So it was you? So you are, like, gay?”

    “Yes, I am. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.”
    Tina was really pissed off by this. How did this guy know it had been her who was assaulted? As far as she knew, her name had not been mentioned in any paper.

    She decided to drop it and stood up to put the flowers in a vase. It was a mixture of white flowers and soft yellow ones. It wasn’t until she lifted the flowers she saw there was a card attached to it.

    Dear T,

    I miss you. I think about you all the time. Care to have lunch with me today at the Planet? Let me know, I hope you can make it.

    Love, B.

    Tina smiled and it felt like her heart grew a bit. She instantly took her cellphone and dialled Bette’s number. She knew it by heart, altough it was saved in the memory of her cellphone.

    “Bette Porter.”

    “Bette? It’s Tina. I got your flowers. They are beautiful.”

    “Not as beautiful as you are.”

    Tina blushed and was glad Bette couldn’t see it. “About lunch, I would love to meet you at the Planet, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it.”

    “Oh.”

    Tina could hear the disappointment in Bettes voice and it felt like her heart broke, she wanted this woman to be happy. She didn’t want to cause her any tears.

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    Comments

    1. I hope Bette found a way to let that artist down easy. She sounds like trouble in river city and Tina appears to place a lot of value on monogamy. If she finds out something happened… Yikes!

    2. Bette is playing a dangerous game and I hope it doesn’t bite her in the ass. Looks like it is time for Tina to remind Bette what is really important.

    3. Ok….I like James…but that was the dumbest idea he’s ever had. And for Bette, who is supposed to be a highly intelligent individual, to think it was a good idea to take his advice and actually follow it… can someone spell stupid? (exasperated sigh> Will someone, please, knock some common sense into Bette so that she can tell the female with the screwed-up name to step off… preferably in front of a quickly moving bus. Tina, you might need to pay a lot of visits to Bette’s J-O-B… and bring pest control with you. There’s a leach in the building.

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