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    Why, Bette? (Part 1)

     

    “Bette, you all right?”

     

    “Yeah, fine,” she said as she sat up.  “Just tired.  Trying to get back into the swing of things.  Vacations will do that to you every time.  What’s up?”

     

    “Tina’s on the line.  Do you want to take it?”

     

    “Yes,” she said too eagerly for a woman whose partner of seven years was on the phone. 

     

    “Okay, there she is, line one.”

     

    “Thanks.”

     

    As James walked out, he thought, so things aren’t good at home.  Sunburn?  Tan?  She looks like she vacationed in the morgue.

     

    Bette waited for James to slide the door closed before connecting, this time without the headset.  “Hi, Tina.”

     

    “Hi, Bette.  How are you?”

    “I’m not well.  I miss you.  Can we talk?  Just tonight, can we meet?  Dinner?  Even over drinks?” She sounded desperate, but didn’t care.

     

    “Bette, the reason I’m calling is to ask permission and a favor.”

     

    “Huh?”

     

    “You know, I’ve been staying at Alice’s, but I really can’t continue imposing on her like this.  I mean, she’s not complaining, but you know, she lives alone for a reason.  I’m like the guest who won’t leave.”

     

    “Are you coming home?” she asked hopefully.

     

    “No, Bette.  I can’t do that.  I was calling because Alice has a co-worker who needs to be down in San Diego to work on a story for the next couple of months.  He’s looking for someone to sublet his place.  I’d like to, but I don’t really have the money and was wondering if I could take it out of the account.”

     

    “Two months?”  Bette asked a few mental steps behind Tina.

     

    “Yes.  I would need close to $2,000.  Could you let me borrow that?”

     

    “Tina, the money in that account is ours, together.  You don’t need permission or to ask me.  But…ba…Tina, don’t you think two months is a long time?”

     

    “Not really.  I’ll need at least that to find suitable housing that’s affordable in this area.”

     

    “Come home,”  Bette pleaded.

     

    “I won’t.  I can’t be around you, now.  It’s hard enough having this conversation over the telephone.  Bette, I can’t begin to tell you the many levels of hurt I feel.  I know you’re sorry, but I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”  Tina cleared her throat.  “So, I’ve got to get going.  So, the money?  That’s okay?”

    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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