Bette composed herself and followed Tina downstairs to the kitchen. The inside of Tina’s house was exactly like hers only the rooms were on opposite side. She found Tina leaning on the refridgerator door, biting her index finer, looking at their options.

"I have leftover chicken noodle soup from last night. Want some?"

"Yeah, sure."

Bette stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at her socks.

"Bette, you could sit down you know. Don’t be shy." Tina took out the container with the chicken noodle soup and put it in the microwave.

This time Bette wasn’t shy to sit down like upstairs; in the living room, next to the kitchen, was a huge crucifix on the wall with Jesus on it. Bette wasn’t much of a religious person but once she heard that being a lesbian was against the Christian faith, she avoided anything that had to do with the religion.

"Bette, I’m not against you," Tina said, her eyes following Bette. The living room was full of a lot of things that had to do with her religion. She didn’t like it because it made her house look more like a church.

The microwave gave off those annoying beeps. One beep would have been enough but noooo, microwaves were built to tell the whole house that it was done. Tina turned her back to Bette’s and took out the container. She poured some into two bows and handed one to Bette who was seated at the island.

"So, are you an only child?" Tina asked, hoping to divert Bette from the holy living room. She sat in the chair next to Bette’s, blocking her view from the living room.

"No actually I have six brothers and sisters." Bette dug into her, appreciating Tina’s concern.

"Wow! Are you the oldest?"

"Yeah, I am. We’re all adopted." Bette replied, making ripples in her soup.

"I’m sorry." What else was there to say?

"It’s fine. I really like my family. It’s like an international airport in there."

They laughed and continued talking. The sound of the garage door opening shut them up and Victoria and Chris Kennard entered, with heavy trenchcoats on.

"Hey sweetie," Victoria said, kissing her daughter on the cheek. She looked at Bette and offered her hand. "Hello Ms. Porter."