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‘And so instead I ended up changing my spare room into an atelier.’
Mesmerized by the movement of Tina’s hands as she moistens them with hand cream I barely notice that my mother in law is probably waiting for me to say something. Only when I meet Tina’s playfully raised eyebrow through the mirror I reply. ‘That’s amazing Diane. I want to see it, send me a picture later. You know what I just remembered I have a new set of professional brushes that I once got from an artist, apparently they are perfect for watercolor painting. If you want you can pick them up at the house, they should be in the office I think.’
Hell, I would give Diane the gallery just to receive a similar look from Tina when I offer her mother the brushes that I would never use anyway.
‘That’s so sweet of you. Do you mind if I stop by the house this weekend on my way to painting class?’
‘Whenever is convenient for you. I can’t wait to see your work.’ I reply genuinely interested as I pick up the phone that’s on speaker and place it on the night stand next to the bowl of popcorn.
‘That’s so very, very sweet of you indeed.’ Tina whispers in my ear and ruffles her hand through my hair on her way to close the curtains, before she speaks louder so Diane can hear it too. ‘Mom, did Bette already tell you that she’s coming to LA soon?’
‘That’s wonderful. Aren’t you joining?’
‘No, unfortunately I couldn’t get out of work. But next time definitely.’ Tina says and I wonder if she truly minds. With my schedule that James made as tight as possible I have a feeling she wasn’t looking forward to visit everyone most of the time alone and wait for me to come home afterwards. Some scars run deep. Which I can relate to. I understand.
‘You have to promise me we will have dinner one evening.’
‘If you bring one of those sweet dessert wines from France, I even promise to cook for you and make your favorite lemon cake.’ Diane replies and Tina rolls her eyes.
‘What?’ I mouth at her. She just shakes her head and tries to hide her smile behind the blonde lock that fell over her face. ‘You make it impossible to resist, you have yourself a date Diane.’ I say walking over to the love seat in front of the window, whereas usually my overnight bag stands. I sigh and close my eyes momentarily as the zipper growls; the sound of Friday. Three nights and then Monday will come. I will make us coffee while she’s getting ready for work. We will share looks of lovers who spent heated nights, exchanging a sweet nothing here and there. Then she will leave for work and I will find myself in this apartment that was ours, surrounded by her stuff and my overnight bag that I can pack within a minute, before I close the door behind me. I put the DVD in the player and slip into the bed, welcoming the feeling of the soft mattress against my back.