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Come Back to Me – Bette Porter Tina Kennard #4

Come Back to Me Bette Porter Tina Kennard
You know of all the times I have stood alone at a party or an event and been okay with it my father’s memorial gathering is not one of them. I realize for the third time it would be incredibly nice if Tina would quit wandering off and stand with me as I listen to people tell me remembrances about him. Actually to put a finer point on it, I want her to stand by me exactly here at my left, so when I shake hands with my right she’s beside me as a flank. I mean really. What the fuck? I look up to see where she is now.
I track her as she walks through the beautiful party Kit has put together. Tina passes small groups of older women who came from back East and are here because they knew my father from his years in the social triangle between Philly, Atlanta, and New York. I acknowledge momentarily what may be my only inkling again of his colorful past. There are many younger women here, too, musician friends of Kit’s and long time friends from the art world and movie world of Tina’s and mine.
I notice that Tina has not gone over to speak to Helena and her mother, Peggy, who are across the room talking to Franklin and Leo. I can tell that Peggy is finding Franklin tedious.
She sends me smile laced with barely perceivable warnings, or am I just imagining trouble? Tina walks towards me with a small plate of salmon and tiny biscuits with soft cheese and caviar.
“You haven’t eaten anything, have you?” She studies me as she puts a salmon tart in my mouth. I wash it down with vodka. “How many drinks have you had on an empty stomach?” She insists.
“This is my first.” I lie.
“Bette I know you are lying to me.” She laughs at me and shakes her head. “I’m going to get you some food and some iced tea. Don’t go anywhere and don’t drink anymore.” Then she’s gone again. Goddammit. Now more people to speak to and thank them for coming. Then I see, Franklin and Leo, no joy there.
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Amazing writing. I remember how heartless Franklin was …..firing Bette at her father’s memorial. What a jerk! Just an empty suit. I may be in the minority but I did not think that Bette was super controlling. She knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and was willing to work toward that end. The birth scene was terrifying. All of the control was in the doctor’s hands. Bette felt and was helpless. I just loved Bette and Tina together. The actors had amazing chemistry together even when Chaiken’s writing was subpar.
Amazing.Thank you for another great Story.
Franklin had an axe to grind. He tried to fire Bette when she failed to get the Peabody collection for Provocations but was stopped by Peggy. He took great pleasure in firing Bette on her father’s memorial day and knowing that she had a baby on the way. It was not one of Helena’s finest moments either. Excelling writing as usual.
What a repulsive cretin Franklin was, and his timing for Bette’s dismissal was diabolical. Of course it pales in comparison to burying one’s father and having one’s partner and baby being whisked away under the harsh lighting of an OR, but still.
Thanks for posting.
Franklins timing could’ve used a bit of work yes, but no one else seemed particularly sympathetic. off to the next
Thank you for another great story
Franklin, Leo and Helen for that matter are pure assholes out with jeslousy over the one and only Bette Porter. Franklin mad because shes brilliant, Leo wish he was brilliant like her, and Helena is jealous of the brilliance and her brilliance life with Tina…the baby being born makes me tense up for some reason seems like alot of pain…Amazing writing
You so ‘get’ Bette don’t you Blackbird!
Had to have a drink after the birth, and I knew what happened.
Great writing.
As with the previous posts, I was utterly mesmerised at the chain of events in this post.
My heart bleeds for Bette as she is fired and then Tina is in labour and if not for Dr Wilson, she may have missed Anjelica’s birth.
Once again I was there in the emergency room watching it all.
What an incredibly gifted writer you are.