“We broke up.”
“I see.” I shake my head and roll my eyes – about fucking time, Tina.
“I see you pulling up. I’m walking out now.” She disconnects the call.
“Bette, what’s with the big knife?”
“I bought it to kill Henry with, of course.” I open a bottle of wine and pour two glasses.
She laughs with me, “And do you know how to use it? I mean it’s not like a gun, but it’s close combat, Bette. There’s a skill to it, I think.”
“Yes, here’s the plan.” I sip my wine and quickly dream one up. “If Henry comes in here I’m going to break his nose and then stick this in his gut and twist it.” I take out the red camo knife and flash it for the justice it deserves. Then, I put it away in its scabbard on my belt.
“Henry’s not coming over here, Bette. It’s really done.”
“So, what are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know.” She looks down at the counter and twists the wine glass by its stem.
“Well, two things. One, if you think it’s Allsweld then get someone to look at the Beverly Center security tapes with a facial recognition software. And two, you’re staying here tonight. Sleep wherever you want. Couch, baby’s room – I’m exhausted. If my eyes are still open in two hours at ten it will be a miracle.”
Bette’s House Past Midnight – Tina
As I lie on the couch under the blanket she knows is my favorite I feel like a guest with a lot of memories, and a guest who doesn’t sleep well anymore.
I was not a great sleeper for a lot of reasons when I was younger. But when I got older, and away from home and traveling I slept better – but never soundly. If I dreamed something I didn’t like, she was always right there beside me.
But tonight every tree limb in the wind outside makes me worry. I get up and take down the bottle of Scotch. I carry my glass of whiskey down the hallway and stand in the door and watch her sleeping. The whiskey burns my throat and stomach. I need so much to feel drowsy and warm again. It feels like years. I’m exhausted from fighting.