They are taking the arts out of schools and transferring the funds over to sports. Don't get me wrong, if the basketball team needs a new floor on the court then they should get one, but not at the expensive of the theatre department or fine arts classes.
Daniel: I think we are seeing eye to eye Miss Porter.
Monica returned bringing Bette her glass of Merlot.
Bette thanked the young woman with a smile.
Michael: Speaking of sports little brother, I believe I promised to kick your ass in football this afternoon.
Margaret: Watch your language! We have company.
Drew: Bette has heard much worse mom.
Bette: It's true I have.
Margaret: Still...it's not polite.
Drew: Come on Mike. I want Bette to see me beat you.
Michael: Bette, prepare to watch your boyfriend be defeated. He could stand to lose some air from that ego of his.
Bette turned to Drew's younger brother.
Bette: Blake, are you going to partake in this beating as well?
Andrew: Oh honey, no. I take the sidelines with the other women folk. I'm to pretty to play.
Monica: Amen.
Michael: How is it, Blake, that you become more and more gay every time I see you?
Blake: Hardwork and dedication big brother!
Daniel: Michael, don't talk to your brother that way.
Blake: Oh dad, he's just joking. Michael loves that I'm a big mo. Don't ya?
Michael smiled and messed Blakes hair.
Blake: That is NOT cool!
Bette followed the boys out to the huge backyard. She made herself comfortable on the lounge chair on the deck. Margaret, Blake and Monica joined her. They all watched and cheered as the boys roughhoused.
Blake: So Bette, what do you do?
Bette lowered her sunglasses and made eye contact with bleach blonde boy.
Bette: Curently I am the assistant to the curator at the Modern Art Museum on 9th Avenue.
Blake: Very nice. I have actually never been there but i'd like to. Maybe you could give me a tour.
Bette: It would be my pleasure. Just stop in.
Blake: Can we do lunch too?
Bette: Anything you like.
Monica: I happen to be a big fan of that museum. I go in all the time.
Bette: Really?
Monica: Yup.
Bette: And what keeps you coming back?
Monica: There is this painting, hidden all the way in the back. Something about it has always touched me and no one even knows about it.
Bette: I know exactly which one you are talking about. " View from A tower"?
Monica: Yes, that's it!
Bette: That's my favorite too.
Monica caught Bette's eye and smiled shyly.
Bette: Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.
Margaret: Oh sure sweetie. If you go in the double doors, make a right, down the hall, and to the left.
Bette: Thank you.
Blake: If you get lost just call. We'll send the search party out for you.
Bette giggled as she made her way inside. Quickly she navigated the long hallway and entered the bathroom. As she closed the door she let out a huge breath. How was she pulling this off? Was she actually fooling anyone. She turned the faucet on and splashed the cold water on her face. How long could she keep this up? She closed her eyes and tried to find her balance again. The gorgeous brunette jumped when she felt two lips on her neck. She kept her eyes closed and drew a sigh of relief.
Bette: You almost got us busted with that wine. I never said I wanted Merlot.
Monica: I know what my girl likes and I plan to make sure she always has it.
_______________________________________________________________________________________ Alice: So wait, you were dating siblings?
Bette: I'm not proud of it Al!
Alice: How did it even happen?
Bette thought back in time.
Bette: Monica came into the museum. I didn't know who she was. She was standing in the back looking at that painting I mentioned. I was standing behind her. I guess she didn't notice, so when she turned around and saw me, she jumped. I thought she was beautiful. We stood there and talked about the painting for what seemed like an hour. I asked her to have coffee with me.
Alice: This is the craziest shit I've ever heard Bette.
Bette: I know. So, we went for coffee and she asked if she could see me again. I didn't know it was a date. We went to another museum and walked and talked for hours. We got coffee again and I walked her back to her apartment. She kissed me Al.
Alice: Wow...
Bette: When her lips touched mine I almost passed out. I had never ever felt that before. That spark that people talk about. I thought that feeling was invented for effect in movies and books but I didn't think it was real.
