Tina was sitting at Lana’s office. Lana was reading her article. “Well...” Lana said.

“...It’s not what l expected.” Tina’s face fell.

“It's better.” Lana finished.  “Congratulations. This shows me you're ready to be unleashed. 

From now on, feel free to write about anything.”

“Anything?” Tina asked.

“Wherever the wind blows you.”

“Even politics?”

“No, the wind's not going to blow you there.” Lana said.

“What about religion, poverty, economics...?”

“ This wind is really more of a light breeze.” Lana explained.

“What can I write about, Lana?” Tina demanded. 

“Whatever you want. Shoes. Laser therapy, dressing for your body type. 

Use your imagination. The sky is the limit.”

“Thank you for this opportunity, Lana.” Tina said.

“Okay.” Lana smiled.    

“And thank you for making it easy for me to turn it down.” Tina said walking away.

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“No. I mean, look, it's not something I'm proud of. Obviously, if I could... do it over again, 

I'd do some things differently, you know?” Bette said. 

“Say, it's good to talk to you, though,” She told the dog. “It really is. You are the only one... 

that knows us both.” Grapefruit barked.

“Yeah.” Bette said, Grapefruit barked again, looking at the ticket for the game.

“Hmm. You want to go? You want to go to the game?” Bette asked playing with Grapefruit. 

“Well, go ahead, 'cause I'm not going.”

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Tina was on Jenny’s couch, eating ice cream and watching the game. 

“Seventh and final game of what has been a classic series between...” Came from the TV.

“Sweetie, I wouldn't have gone, either.” Jenny told Tina.    

“You're doing the right thing.” Tina then looked at her with unshed tears. “Oh, sweetie.” 

Just then the bell rang

“There's the Chinese.” Jenny explained. “I'm coming.” 

“Okay, so that's going to be...” Jenny said opening the door. 

She then closed it and looked scared.

“Jenny?” Tina asked.

“Tina… that wasn't the Chinese.” Jenny whispered. “It's Mika.”

“Mika?!” Tina asked.