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    The Canvas of Our Life…Ch 8

     

    “Whatever, Alice. Keep living in denial. It suits you. Meanwhile, what is your dilemma?”

    “Hmmmph.I don’t know. I guess I was just wondering if you thought I was crazy! I want to tell her. I just don’t know how. I always end of insulting her and being obnoxious instead.”

    “I know, how do you think I figured it out?”

     

    “Do you think she knows?”

    “You know what? I don’t think she knows. But I do think you need to tell her. She still new to all this ***** stuff. Break her in Al.”

    “Break her in? Jesus Bette, don’t say something like that right before I pick her up!”

     

    “You’ll be alright Alice. Just be yourself. You’ll know when the time is right. Maybe it won’t be tonightmaybe it will. Just let it happen.”

    “Finegreat piece of advice Oh Wise One.”

     


    “Good Luck Al, see you later.”

     

    1 hour later.

     

    Bette pulled up to Tina’s apartment in her ***** blue convertible. She parked in front and started to make her way up the stairs. “Nice place,” she thought of the Tuscany style building. “201here it is. “Deep breath Porternothing to be worried about.” Ding Dong the doorbell rang and Bette could hear someone moving about inside. Moments later Tina reached for the door and took a deep breath. She quickly looked down at her outfit one last time. She was wearing a new pair of ***** low cut Lucky jeans and an orange and gold shiny backless halter top. She wore her hair down around her shoulders.As she opened the door she suddenly felt that familiar sensation she had felt the night before. The warm and intoxicating feeling she felt as she walked into the gallery was now standing before her on her doorstep looking like a painting herself.

     

    “Hello Tina,” Bette said in her ***** voice.

     

    Tina’s knees felt like jello as she physically braced herself on the door frame. 

     

    “You lookgreat.” Bette could hardly speak as she looked at the beautiful blonde. “Are you ready to go?”

     

    “Umlet me get my purse. OK?”

    “Take your timeno hurry. We don’t have to meet the girls there until 9. Um Tinacan I come in?”

     

    Tina suddenly realized that Josie was right, she did say friends

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