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    Why, Bette? (Part 1)

     

    Bette tried to stifle a sob, but she couldn’t.

     

    “Bette, what is it?  What’s going on?”

    “Tina left me.  She found out about us on opening night.”

     

    “How?  Did you tell her?”

     

    “No, of course not.  She left me because she saw us together.  It didn’t take a genius.”

     

    “Are you okay?  Have you been in town this whole time?”

     

    “Yes.”  She truly cried now.  She couldn’t contain it. 

     

    “I’m so sorry.  I never meant for that to happen.  We were just having fun and I…”

     

    “I shouldn’t have been having that kind of fun.  She won’t talk to me.  It’s hard.  It’s so hard without her.”

     

    “Is anyone with you?  Your sister?  Friends?”  Candace liked the physical part of her relationship with Bette, but she also liked her as a person and friend.  It hurt her to hear the anguish in her voice.

     

    “No, I’m alone.  Everyone hates me.”

     

    “Bette, these things happen in our community all the time.  You know they do.  In time this will all be forgotten,” she said tenderly.

     

    “Not by Tina.  I messed up.  I really messed up.”

     

    “Can I come over?”

     

    “No,” she said too quickly.

     

    Candace hid her own hurt and explained.  “Bette, I don’t want to put you in a compromising position.  I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.  I want to come over solely as a friend, to talk, be a shoulder for you to cry on.”

     

    “It’s not a good idea, Candace.  I’d rather be alone.”

     

    “That’s not a good idea.  I’ll be there in half an hour.  If I’m lucky I can catch all green lights on Santa Monica.  Trust me, Bette.  We won’t end up in bed.  I know you love Tina.  See you in a bit.”  She hung up before Bette could talk her out of it.

     

     

    * * * * *

     

    It was almost 7:30 when the doorbell rang.  When she opened it, Candace stood before her in a pair of tight 501 Levi jeans and a coral colored muscle shirt.  In her arms was a large white bag of fast food.  “Hi,” she said sadly.

    Comments

    1. It’s a much longer read than most of the posts, but it is definitely worth taking the time! I can’t remember the last time I read something that drew a tear… which says a lot. Can’t wait to read part 2.

    2. Portia, I read this on the dedicated Bette and Tina site and absolutely loved it. It’s too bad the character translation is messed up here because others would love it equally as much.

      Please post the continuation soon! I await with bated breafth to know what happens next.

    3. One more thing… the scene(s) with Suzanne, the psychiatrist, is inspiring, and makes me want to have issues to vent (or at least the courage to vent the ones I’ve got) :P

    4. WOW… God,I enjoyed so much this story. Beautiful, painful, very true to characters. Just Amazing. Bravo! I hope to read the next part soon. Thanks!

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