Ashley watched Spencer’s hand slowly turn the house key. She was surprised when they had pulled up in front of a large double wide trailer. Ashley had pictured Spencer living on some large farm like she did, but didn’t think any less of the small blonde. Spencer turned to see Ashley standing at the edge of the small porch, with her hands buried deep in her pockets, and her hazel eyes fixed obsessively on her hand. "Are you all right?" Spencer inquired as she tried to understand what was wrong with Ashley.

The nervous brunette looked up from Spencer’s hand, and focused on the concerned blue eyes in front of her. Placing a stoic expression of calm and control on her face, she lightly cleared her throat and shrugged.” I’m fine.” She answered evenly.

Spencer looked at Ashley’s appearance and realized she was still wearing the ‘BITCH’ belt buckle and ‘FUCK YOU’ shirt. Oh Lord, please keep Momma from killing Ashley. She internally prayed. She assumed Ashley would have had enough common sense to change before leaving. That’s that last time I assume anything about this one.

Ashley didn’t know what she should be feeling. She wanted to run back to Helen’s but knew that wasn’t an option. God what is my fucking problem? She internally fumed. Since when do I have a problem meeting people? I met different people almost every other day when Dad was around. Quit being stupid and start acting social. She chastised herself.

Spencer unlocked the door and stuffed the key back in her pocket. She opened the small trailer door and stepped inside. Ashley walked in behind her and smiled brightly when she heard a woman’s voice call, “Is that you Chicklit?”

“Yes ma’am. Me an that Davies girl from down the road.”

The older blonde entered the living room and smiled. "My lord! You look exactly like Raife." She exclaimed in amazement. “Now, come over here and give me a hug,” She commanded playfully, with open arms.

Ashley hesitated a moment before walking into the older blonde’s warm embrace. The two pulled apart and Ashley smiled nervously up at Paula. “I’m Ashley.” She stated softly. “Thanks for having me for dinner.”