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    Why, Bette? (Part 1)

     

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    Bette had taken a seat on the patio of the Planet just behind the glass door separating the indoor restaurant from outside seating.  A sprawling ficus hid her from view.  She wanted to be away from everything and everyone.  It was the first time she had been out in eight days and it was at her sister, Kit’s insistence.  Kit was late, of course, leaving Bette to stare at the door every time it opened—expecting Kit, hoping for Tina. 

     

    “How are you feeling, Bette?” Bette jumped when she felt Marina’s hand on her shoulder.  She didn’t realize that Marina was out on the patio serving coffee.

     

    “Hi.  Fine.  Thanks.”

     

    “Can I get you anything?”

     

    “No, I’m waiting for Kit.”

     

    Marina squatted to talk to her.  “Bette, I understand what happened.  There is this compulsion sometimes that needs to be sated. Seven years with one person without variety is…difficult.”

     

    “No, it isn’t–not when you love the person.  I’m not you and Tina’s not Francesca.”

     

    A bit taken aback, Marina stood and looked down at Bette.  “That’s true.  I hope things work out for you, Bette.  You express yourself well.  I remember how you spoke with me about my relationship with Jenny a few months ago.  I know you’re not proud of yourself right now.”

     

    Marina quickly turned and headed back toward the counter.  Bette sighed.  Well, in case I’d forgotten, I’m also a first class hypocrite.  Bette reached into her Prada Messenger’s Bag and pulled out her Palm.  It was time to plan how she’d open up the door to communication with Tina.  She tapped on Memo Pad and began laying out the framework.

     

    “Hey, girl.”  Kit took a seat opposite Bette.  “How you doin’?”

     

    “I could be better.”

     

    “I’m glad you finally answered your phone.  I didn’t want to just barge in on you, but I was going to call the police if you hadn’t picked up.”

     

    “I’m fine, Kit.  Really.”

     

    “You’ve got dark circles under your eyes, doesn’t look like you’ve had any sun in days, your eyes are red, your hair is…well, you don’t look like yourself, Bette.”

     

    “It’s been a difficult week.”

    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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