“You’re such a dork.”  

 B: “You caught me off guard.” She huffed in annoyance; she knew Tina would never let it go.   “Anyway, how’d you do on the essay?”  

 T: “Easy B.”  

B: “Who or what was it on?” Bette thought about asking if it was her, but didn’t want to cross any lines,  

“…My daughter…”    

  Bette stared into Tina’s eyes, her own searching for the truth; was she joking?  

 “Seriously…”   T: “……….yeah.”

  It all kind of feel into place with the way Tina had been acting these two days. Her parents looking at her with shame, the whole sex with no attachments…no love.  

“Why are you telling me this?”      

  Tina smiled with a hint of sadness etching her features,

“Bette…no matter how much of an ass you can be….you have a kind heat….and I feel like I can tell you…basically anything.”       B: “That’s a first…”, she looked over with a reassuring smile,

 “Thank you.”   The silence was of a comforting one, no one else could have this moment but them.  

 “…I was 14 when I had her…she was my everything…my angel, but I was out of control…drinking, sneaking out with my boyfriends…god I was dumb.”  

“Stupid as well..and in the end….i lost her.”    

 Bette was still in shock, this girl, the girl she knew for awhile, was just pouring her heart out, to her of all people.  

“At two day’s old…she died,”  

B: “Do you blame yourself…”  

“Everyday…” She never once cried while Bette tried to look into her.

“I cried all my tears at the funeral.”   “Now I start over, well im still dumb and reckless, but I know better than to make those same mistakes again.”   B: “If you do then I’ll be their, kicking you in the ass.”

  T: “Im going to need that.” Bette was some what at a loss for words. The air had gotten really cold, making it hard to breathe for Bette, let alone think. So she grabbed T’s hands and rubbed them with hers.