Bette was getting more and more impatient with Paxton. Even though he tried his best and paid more attention, Bette found herself not wanting it. She regretted getting all humpty about wanting to close the chasm. She soon found out that that chasm was her space to breathe. Now Pax was suffocating her, he was always making grand gestures. Bette felt sorry for him, he was so pitiful. But he did not view himself that way. He viewed himself as solid and strong for Bette who was weak at the moment needing his guidance. Well, not in a so patriarchal way. He just cared for Bette too much. That was it. Bette felt like he cared too much for her while she cared too little for him.

 Bette phoned tina again, after much internal debate. She made the desicion in the shower. After stavving Pax off who wanted to come in. She wouldn’t give up her space THAT far. She was enjoying that hot water and her senses came back. Why the ***** was she all uptight about a stupid boyfriend. ***** she had a HUSBAND! Why was she getting all territorial? Bette poured apple bodywash all over her and washed her body, rinsing it. She thought about how to confess to Tina about her bullshit about the show. Hmmm…they must have a better setting than their houses. what would be good? For confession, something private…in case Tina decided to yell at her. Bette grinned. Where? ahhh she knew, in that japanese garden. It cost like $10 to get it. Yeah that was what she would do. Bette got out of the shower and dried herself off with a towel. There was a full-length mirror in the bathroom and Bette paused in front of it. She took off her towel and looked at her naked self. She was still young, only 27. Her body was firm from yoga and weights, she could see the outline of her abs, and her skin…like some kind of light caramel. she touched the underside of her breats, they were still good…not sagging yet. She turned around…well no woman likes her *****. Bette didn’t even notice her cellulite. she had gone beyond caring, knowing it will never really go away. Bette got dressed in her usual curator clothes, she had a bog day today. Logging all items into the computer. Usual data ***** curators spend most of their time with. Bette couldn’t wait till her contract ended in a few months. she had some plans.