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    Why, Bette? (Part 1)

     

    Bette knew she looked like *****, but she didn’t care.  The last thing she wanted to do was look appealing in any way to her ex-fling. Not that it mattered.  Any attempt Candace might make would fall flat this night and always.  What had started was over and would never be repeated.  “Hi.  Thanks for coming over.  It helps to see a friendly face.”  Just as Candace was walking in past Bette, Bette glanced out and saw Tim.  She smiled at him, but he looked at her and Candace, then shook his head in disgust.  Bette closed the door.

     

    “I brought a couple of fish tacos, some chips and salsa.  These chips are great by the way, like crunchy air and the salsa, ummm.  If you don’t like fish, I have a couple of chicken tacos, too.  I’ll eat either.”

     

    “I’m not hungry.”

    “When was the last time you ate?”

     

    “I don’t know.”

     

    “Bette, you’re a thin woman.  Right now, you look like a skeleton.  Show me the kitchen and we’ll eat and try to figure out what you should do.”

     

    * * * * *

    Candace had put the Mexican fast food on real dishes thinking it might help Bette out of her funk.  Eating out of a paper bag on paper sheets was depressing and there was no need to add to the gray haze in the house.  Bette sat and played with her fish tacos, picking out the fish bit-by-bit and chewing slowly.

     

    “For what it’s worth, I regret my pursuit.  I knew you were fighting it.”

     

    Bette stared reflectively at Candace.  “Then why?”

     

    “The game.  Bette, you were in a relationship, I wasn’t looking for one.  I pursued, but the chemistry was there.  You’ve gotta admit that you could have cut the sexual tension when we were together with a knife.”

     

    Bette agreed, nodding absently.

     

    “It was a turn on to watch you struggle, then finally give in.  If I had thought that things would have ended this way, I never would have started.  I figured we’d have a few stolen moments together, I’d leave CAC and move on to my next gig and it would be forgotten.  I didn’t see it as anything long term.”

    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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