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    Tomorrow – Chapter Thirteen

    “Well, I guess I’m not of those then.”

    Girsy came closer and whispered in Bette’s ear: “In time you will see that I am different in many areas. My art, my bed…”

    Bette knew where this was going and she had to stop herself from pulling Girsy away. She had to play this game if she didn’t want to give up her and James’ dream.

    “You make me curious, Girsy.”

    “Oh, is that so?”

    “Yes. You see, I always wondered how a great artist like you is in her private life. In her very private life.”

    “Maybe the time has come to find out, Bette.”

    Bette hoped she was a convincing actress and that Girsy wouldn’t notice how reluctant she found all of this.

    “I would love that, Girsy.” It caused her trouble getting the words out of her mouth, but they found their way.

    “Come with me, Bette. My hotel has a very comfortable bed.”

    “I am sorry, Girsy, but obviously I have a lot of work to do today.”

    Girsy pulled Bette away and Bette was glad, but didn’t show it.

    “Who is it?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Who is it that you love so much you don’t see how much I long for you?”
    “I have no idea what you mean, Girsy,” Bette said as she saw Tina’s picture in her head. She longed for her so much that very moment, she would have done about anything to hold her.

    “The woman you bought flowers.”

    “Oh, that’s nothing. It was a way of thanking her. She has worked here for four years, but now went to do a complete different job. She did excellent work for the gallery and I wanted her to know that.”

    Girsy smiled. “So, you want to see my hotel room?” she asked, as if she hadn’t heard Bette when she had said she had work to do.

    “I guess,” Bette muttered as Girsy walked to the door, clearly expecting Bette to follow her.

    _ _

    Tina Kennard POV

    “Shit, shit, shit, what should I wear?” I asked Al in panic. I had no idea what I should wear going out with Bette Porter. I didn’t want to look like I didn’t care, but I also didn’t want to overdress.

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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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