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.
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