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hugging me tight to her body, Ali loading our bags into Nats car. They introduced themselves to each other, formally, Ali gushing her thanks for pitching in at the last minute like this. Nat shushed her thanks, saying to her that if she couldnt be there for me in times like this, then she wasnt much of a friend, was she? They had decided, between themselves, that they would pick up my car from the remote lot at the International Airport where I had parked, when I left to visit Ali, a couple of weeks ago. Ali drove my car, following Nat as she drove us to our condo complex. Both of them got me settled into my bed, the Valium that Ali had given me taking my body into much needed sleep and rest. When I awakened a few hours later, I left my bed and walking into my kitchen, I saw Ali sitting at the counter, staring into her cup of coffee. "Hi baby," she said softly to me, holding her arms open to me. I leaned into her embrace, the depth of my sadness causing my stomach to ache. "Feel like some coffee?" she asked, as she held me tight to her, her hand softly stroking my face, my hair. "Yeah, Id better get something into me," I answered, pulling from her arms to sit on a stool at my counter. She fixed me a cup, set it down in front of me, kissing me sweetly on my forehead before she sat down on her own stool, next to mine. Allowing me to take a couple of sips, when she thought I was ready to talk, she placed her hand over mine, causing me to look from my mug of coffee to her face. "Okay, heres what Ive done so far," she began. Alice had called my office and spoke with Teri, my lead tech; the office had already heard of Betsys demise and was in shock, of course, but between Ali and Teri, they worked out a plan for the next few days. We had closed our office, on the day of the funeral, all of my troops present to pay their respects to the matriarch of our company. Those kids were free with their tears, wearing their sadness at Betts passing on their sleeves; theyll miss mom just as much as I will, I thought that awful afternoon when we buried her. Teri, bless her, took over the Alpha role in the office for the next couple of weeks, scheduling jobs, handling the calls; in short, running my business, and running it well, a fact not unnoticed by both Ali and myself.. I was certainly not in any shape to do it, thats for damned sure. And Ali? She made several phone calls after the funeral, making changes to her scheduled meetings and such, making plans to stay with me indefinitely, to make sure that I would be safe and well. Ali and Teri talked every day, and anything of major importance, shed discuss with me; if it



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wasnt major, Ali and Teri took care of it, whatever it was, I was totally fucking useless. Dee, Janice, and Nat, of course, stayed in touch with me through Ali, they becoming friends with her in the process of her running my life, for now. I was to find out much later, from Dee, that they saw the deep feelings between Ali and me, and were happy for us. In fact it was Dee who first told me, one day when she was over, while Ali was at the market picking up some groceries, that she thought that Ali and I were in love with each other. Huh! I knew that I loved Ali, but in love? Well, that was different wasnt it? Or, was it? I shared Dees observation about us with Ali that evening, as we shared some wine on my small patio. She listened, looking at me the whole time I blabbered on about what Dee thought. When I fell silent, finally, she nodded her head a bit, staring into her wine glass for a bit, finally raising her eyes to look at me as she began to speak, her hand reaching to take mine in hers. "Shes not wrong, Lynn; at least, as far as my feelings for you are concerned." "I am in love with you, Lynn," squeezing my hand softly. "I knew it the moment I saw you coming off the plane, when I saw you walking up the concourse towards me. My heart jumped into my throat at the sight of you," her eyes welling with tears now, "and when I held you in my arms, in that moment, I knew; I knew that I was in love with you." My own eyes began to tear up as I gazed into Alis face; it was then I knew what that feeling was in the pit of my stomach when I saw her that day, I knew exactly what was causing me to feel the flutters when I kissed her, when I made love with her, when I was standing in the same room with her. I was in love with her, too. I was in love with another woman. And Ive never felt better about anything in my life as I did about that. "I love you, too, Ali; I am in love with you, too," I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I dont know what were going to do about it, but I do know that I dont want you to be out of my life now, or ever." "Baby, I dont want that, either," kissing me sweetly on my lips, the salt of our tears from our faces, tasted by us in that kiss. No, we didnt make love that night; we hadnt made love with each other since that night with Kay, in New Orleans. It had been a few weeks, by then, since either of us made love to the other, but it was alright. It was okay with us both because of what we finally admitted to that night; it