“The last time I saw her was the day I left New York to go to Connecticut to start at Yale”

Bette sniffed “It broke my heart – I cried for days. I thought I was going to die of a broken heart”

Meghan smiled “Its hard to imagine anyone breaking your heart. I get the feelings its always the other way round”

Bette looked at the trainee doctor “ Have I broke your heart ?”

“No but I can see that your charm and stunning good looks and bedroom skills – well I can see how easy it would be to fall for you and to get hurt”

“I don’t do it deliberately “

“I know – and that probably makes it worse because you are not a bitch – you are a really kind person – add that to how you look – in case anyone hasn’t told you – you are a dangerous lesbian Bette Porter “

There was nothing Bette could say to that remark -at that moment the waitress arrived with coffee and fruit juice. Bette was grateful for the interruption. She took a long drink of her juice and looked over at Meghan.

“Its just the way it is Bette Porter – you are a beautiful young woman with the whole world at your feet. Its almost reassuring to know that there is at least one woman who has got through your defences. “

“You are so full of BS “ Bette said smiling

“I am telling you the truth and you know that. Being perfect is tough “

“I am not perfect “

“You are pretty bloody close to perfect “ Meghan replied “So – why the photo of the ex – what happened to her ?”

“She went to Harvard “

“Smart as well as pretty “ Meghan said. She sipped her coffee and looked at Bette. Even through her sleep deprived state she could tell that Bette was nervous  -there seemed to be something pressing hard on a raw nerve or two with Bette. As Meghan liked to remind Bette she was only 23 even though she looked and acted much older.

“Tell me what the problem is “

Bette sighed and lent back “Where to begin ? We were together for 18 months”