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Tina sat in her studio putting the finishing touches to a pencil drawing. She signed the corner as usual, smiling. She was happy with how it had turned out. She decided to open her mac book, she took a photo of the drawing and decided to list it on her site as a one off, to see if the crazy rumour would ruin her sales. There was a knock on the door and Tina looked up, looking into the face of someone she didn’t expect.
“Alice,” Tina said softly
“I thought we could talk,”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” Tina said honestly, she took a deep breath.
“I feel like the only way I can get Bette to talk to me.”
“I’m not your way in Alice. I’m no interested in talking to you,” Tina picked up her cell phone and text Bette who was in the house.
TINA: B can you come out to my studio please, Alice is here.
Tina clicked send as Alice looked around Tina’s Studio,
“Aren’t you painting at the moment?” Alice asked, see that nothing was set up apart from the drawing table.
“Erm,” Tina didn’t answer. She looked over Alice’s shoulder and saw Bette walking down the path, her wife was wearing a tank top and jeans. She looked amazing. Her hair pulled back at the nape of her neck.
“Alice why are you here?” Bette asked she approached the door,
“I came to see Tina,”
“Why? You’ve never come to see her before,” Bette walked around Alice and looked at Tina who was pale at the fact that someone she didn’t really know or like was in her personal space. Tina walked towards Bette,
“I just thought…”
“That if she came to me you’d talk to her,” Tina said slowly, “Can we please do this out of my studio,”
They moved out into the garden, Tina closed the door, before heading towards the house, Bette stopped Alice from following her.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“You’re my oldest friends Bette,”
“Yeah, you’ve barely ever been here, since I married Tina. You just bitch and gossip about my wife. I don’t need friends like that Alice, I really don’t.” Bette said slowly