Twenty-Two
It was phone night. Bettina wasn’t able to talk about the giant family events yet. She wanted to tell Zelda that her man was getting married, that he was still talking to his mother, but that half the family walked past as if he didn’t exist. She normally didn’t really care about sharing secrets, but she wanted someone to talk with who wasn’t dependent on her. Every single person involved in this regarded her as the post on which they could hang their emotions. Every single one. Even her ex’s fiancé.
It felt good in one way—she was loved and needed and between that and her work her life was pretty full. Put like that, to suddenly require a conversation partner was stupid. Bettina put the thought on hold and, for as long as she was on the phone with Zelda, the fellowship was th
