“Is that beautiful blond that Alice told me about this morning?”

“Fucking Alice…” was all Bette managed to say. And even though Kit was smiling now she was still waiting for a reply, something that Bette was still not able to release.

“I see… mmm… someone is in deep shit.” Kit said opening widely her eyes for a second not quite believing it was her sister Bette the one sitting in front of her.

“Kit… come on… not you too.” Bette was sounding annoyed but vulnerable at the same time.

“Don’t “come on” me… you know you can bullshit everyone but me, and Bette I’ve never seen you like this… you are hooked and the sooner you admit it to yourself and to that beautiful blonde the better and the easier your life will be.”

“But that is the thing Kit… I’ve admitted it already, I’m just waiting for her to answer me.”

Tina stared at the clock after closing a script she had been working on the whole afternoon. She was right… time flew.

She almost run through the doors of the big building she works at ready to initiate a hand to hand fight with whoever would be waiting for a cab on the corner… luckily no one was there and she was able to get in the first car available she saw, insisting to the driver that they had to go as fast as possible. She had no idea of what that box might contain, but knowing that it was from Bette was enough for her heart to beat as fast as it could and her breath to go shorter with every block they got closer to her house.

When Tina was getting off the car she noticed a guy that was leaving a box at her front door.

“Tina Kennard? The young man asked while Tina was climbing the four steps leading to her front door.

“Yes.”

“Could you sign here please?”

Once inside her house and after pushing the rather big box in, Tina’s anxiety had vanished for some reason. She was there… she had the box right in front of her… now it was time to see what it was inside and let a new kind of anxiety rise.

Much to her surprise she found first a closed envelop, then an old Elvis’ record dated 1968 with the one song Can’t Help Falling in Love that they had danced the previous night, but what was even more surprising was to find the device to play the record in there.

Tina was smiling like she never did before with tears appearing on her eyes one more time. Nobody had ever done anything like that for her… to buy the original record of that song would have been enough… but to also provide the means to listen to it… it was more than moving.

So Tina managed to plug it and she started listening the marvellous song she had danced with Bette a day ago, while she opened the envelop with her name on it.

T,

First of all I hope you accept this present as what it is, just a present… something that holds another meaning to both of us but a present none the less.

I also wanted to thank you for last night, you opened yourself to me and that has been the closest to anyone I’ve been in my entire life, because to be honest closeness is something I’m not used to deal with quite well, the difference is that with you there’s no need to “deal” with anything… things just are, everything is easy when you are around.

I don’t expect you jump into anything with me right now and most certainly not because of a present but I just felt the need to let you know that this song is still playing in my head… constantly… and you are in my head constantly and I’ll be here waiting for you to give me the chance… because I don’t think I can be happy again if I know I’m not making you happy again.

Yours,

Bette.