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    “Kit, this is my friend, Tina.  She’s going to hang out with me, if that’s ok.” Bette said to the beautiful brown-skinned woman.

     

    “Hi, Tina.  It’s nice to meet you.”

     

    “Nice to meet you too.”

     

    The sound of small feet could be heard coming from the back of the apartment.  A small boy, maybe 5 years old, ran into Bette’s arms.

     

    “Hey, buddy!” Bette shouted giving him a kiss on the cheek and then lifting him in the air, “David, this is my friend, Tina.  Say hi to Tina.”

     

    “Hi, Tina.”

     

    “Hi, David.  It’s nice to meet you.  How old are you?”

     

    “5.”

     

    “Okay, you three. I’m leaving.  David has had a bath and dinner.  I told him he could watch a movie if you guys are up to it.”

     

    “Yeah, that’s fine. “ Kit leaned over and gave David a quick kiss, “Have a good night, Kit.” Bette added, “Okay, little guy.  Pick a movie.”  Bette sat him down, “Why don’t you let Tina help you?”

     

    I followed him into his bedroom and he picked out “Finding Nemo.”

     

    “I love ‘Finding Nemo’.” I said with a smile and then did my impression of Dory.  He laughed and wrapped his arms me the best he could.  I lifted him.

     

    “Are you staying all night?” He asked.

     

    “Mmm hmm.”

     

    “Good.   I like you.”

     

    *

     

    An hour later, the three of us sat on the couch—Bette on one end and me on the other, with David stretched across us both, his head on my lap and his legs on Bette’s.

     

    “Bette…” I whispered and nodded toward David.  She smiled at me and then at him.  She moved his legs from her lap and then leaned over to pick him up.  I caught a whiff of her perfume as she leaned over me and lifted David.  I followed her into David’s room and watched her place him in the bed.

     

    I knew, just by watching her with David, that she’d be a great mom.

     

    She closed the door behind us, “I think he liked you.”

     

    “Actually, he told me he did after I did my best Dory impression.  I’m just trying to get in with the family before I make my move.”  I giggled as we made a stop in the kitchen.

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