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    Vignettes: Chapter 6

    Hi Bette. Tina said.

    There was an awkward silence. Nobody knew what to say or do, except stand there in the summer night with the street lights glowing from above.

    What brings you to New York? Bette finally asked.

    Just in for the weekend. Tina replied, looking behind Bette. Is that yours? She pointed to the gallery.

    Part mine. I own half of it.

    Tina, do you want us to go ahead without you? We can catch up later? One of her friends asked.

    No, Im coming. She looked back at Bette. Im sorry, Bette but were meeting people out.

    Go ahead, Tina. Its no big deal. Her friend said, nodding in Bettes direction.

    Tina finally relented and watched them walk out of sight before she faced her ex-wife for the first time in three years.

    Where to? Asked Tina. Unless you were planning to hang out in front of your gallery all night?

    Bette wasnt sure if she should take that comment as a playfully feisty or as a tone of annoyance. Well, I was getting ready to head home. You could join me and we could have a drink.

    Tina bit her bottom lip, contemplating what to do. Somewhere public might have been best in case things got heated, yet privacy would be comforting. That sounds good.

    The ride in the cab was quiet and peaceful, both women silently holding onto their raw nerves with all the courage they could muster. When they entered Bettes apartment, it was quiet. Bette fixed them a drink and sat down next to Tina on the couch, putting plenty of space between them so they could sit and face each other.

    I cant believe Im sitting in your apartment after all this time. Tina began.

    I cant believe we ran into each other in the streets of New York. What are the chances? Bette laughed.

    One in a million?

    Close. There was a moments hesitation between them. So what have you been up to the last three years?

    Living. Tina replied, staring at Bette who sighed.

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    Comments

    1. That was beautiful and painful…and it brought tears to my eyes. This is one of the stories where I don’t think you could post often enough for me. Thank you.

    2. Your story is simply excellent Fareast. The trip down memory lane is not good for Bette….she will just end up being to closed for her friends. But maybe the only one opening up for it Tina. Great update by the way. Post soon and please let us have some more memory of B&T.

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