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    The art of living # 1

    Story written on June 18, 2008 by Braz.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=69970
    Author Notes:

    Another Tibette beggining…
    “Mom!”
    “What sweetie?”
    “I wanted to show you how Tina’s hug is great…”

     

    Domina was a sensitive child and she could see a kind of loneliness dancing inside Tina’s eyes. The same sadness she found inside the eyes of some of her kindergarten friends. They need attention. The little curled red haired girl used to invite some to their home. They usually told her how her mother was great. Some parents, nonetheless, rejected the offer, because, her mother was a lesbian. She heard once at school. But the freckle girl could only think Poor of them, with parents like that…

    Now, at the moment, in front of her, she could observe an adult with the same kind of loneliness. And probably she doesn’t need to ask to her parents to visit us. That’s why she decided to ask.

    “Mom…Maybe we can invite Tina to one of our pizza night…Could we? Or maybe to paint the way Pollock used to do… It seems Tina needs some hugs and some fun…”

    “Domina…” Bette was divided between the solidarity her daughter was showing and her intromission at the stranger’s life.

    “What, mom?”

    “I don’t know, Mimi…Maybe Tina had to baby-sit some movie star, to work, dear… You know how art demand from people…I told you before…Besides, maybe pizza night is not what she call fun, leprechaun…”

    “No…No…” Tina didn’t want to seem desperate, but her effort was not enough. “I would love…love to be invited…”

    “So …?” Domina asked and embraced Tina’s hand once more reaching for her mother’s eyes asking the answer.

    “We will call her, Mimi…” Bette smiled back.

    “It will be great, …” Tina felt that little hand pressing hers. It felt so right to Tina that almost scared her.

     

    The blonde was almost in tears. These girls in front of her had a great relationship. Their complicity and happiness: so palpable. Tina reminded of her own childhood and adolescence. Her days and nights of loneliness, of doubts, the absence of affection and support. She would never think that when she chose the museum to wait for the time to pick up and baby-sit some movie star, she would be confronted with so many things of her life.

     

    “Ok…Domina…We will call, Tina…” Bette could sense Tina’s happiness for being invited. The mocha woman took the card from her pocket and showed to Tina. “I will call you, ok?”

    “And please…Elizabeth…” Bette almost melted when she heard her name inside Tina’s lips. “Please…feel free to get some information about me. I am not some crazy lunatic or anything else…”

    “No… You’re just a movie producer, Tina…Maybe with a workaholic problem.”

    “So evident?” The blonde´s tone was sad.

    “Yes…”

    Tina’s cell phone rang once more. Both watched the unit.

    “Sorry, I need to get…”

    “Don’t worry, Tina…Get your call…” After some seconds, Tina turned to them again.

    “Sorry…But, please….” Tina begged.

    “I will call you…Now say bye to Mrs. Kennard, Domina… She needs to go back to work.”

    “Bye, Tina. We will be waiting for you.”

    “Bye, sweetie. I will be there.” Tina hugged Mimi. When she stood up, she found Bette’s body and embraced her. The mocha was caught by complete surprised. “Thank you…You have a great kid… And …you’re…you’re incredible…”

    “Thank you again, T …I hope everything is all right with your movie stars…”

    “T, mom?” Domina laughed. Bette blushed.

    “Sorry, Tina…”

    “T is great, Bette…”

    And the phone rang once more. When Tina was moving to be out of the room, she turned herself once more and watched both observing another of Pollock’s piece with attention.

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    7. Ok Ok, I love these Bette and Tina beginnings but this one is refreshing. Meeting in a museum but under completely different circumstances and with Mother Bette. Ok and how old is this kid who is hooking her mom up. So cute!

    22. Hi, Braz! What a different and refreshing new B&T beginning! We loved the interaction between mother and daughter. Hmm… It’s great that Mimi is playing cupid, here! This story is good, Braz. Absolutely. PPS Hugs and kisses on both your cheeks. Lucero & Marsha (Latin JC’s Salsa Aunties)

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