Tina broke the eye contact with Alice, looked at the door, took Alice from the hand and joined the rest of the group.

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When Bette decided to come back to the group, confusion spread all over her soul. What Jodi means? She didn’t know why she was afraid of Tina’s reaction. She didn’t know why she hoped so much that Jodi didn’t come to the dinner. Why she was bothering so much with Tina’s thoughts about Jodi and about herself? Calm down, Porter…Calm down…You begin to see Tina again and you’re acting like a puppy… Remember: you have to talk to her, to catch up, to listen to her with your brand new ears… You don’t have to expose yourself again so soon…But you have to risk, women!  Bette propped herself up against the door. Her hands in her face. Why do I have to feel so relaxed with her? Why her scent renews the air of this house?  Why she keeps occupying all the spaces in this house with her presence, including my bed? "Why I feel so good by her side. Why her laugh is so full of wonders to my soul? “Jesus! “ She proclaimed louder. Take it easy…”, retook her brain, “You know all this answers, Porter. But, this is not about you, my dear. It’s about her, her options, her reasons, Tina’s decisions. You have to sense her, to feel her… She suddenly stopped her train of thoughts, "To feel her or….hmmm… to fill her..Bette stopped the drawing smile that began forming in the corner of her mouth. “Oh, lord! I better stop. Now!”

Bette preferred to be apart of the group for a while. Tina had Angie in her arms, and she was laughing so freely. Bette felt herself smiling. How many times did she hear this laughing? She knew the answer: not enough. How many times she desperately yearn to hear this laughing in these two years? 

She always bet that if she could hear Tina’s laughing, everything could be easier. There was no problem that she couldn’t solve. Her laughing was a medicine. A solution. And now after so many days and nights, she could see that she was laughing…laughing and smiling. Her head was thrown backwards with the force of the funny words. Her cheeks pinked with effort. Her red t -shirt glued to her breasts. Her jeans glued to her thighs and Bette was attached to this vision.