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AftterMath Scene 3
Scene: Bette in office
Bette sitting at her office desk looking like she hasnt slept for a week, scribes something on her pad and looks back at her open laptop.
As her office door opens slowly Bette looks up to find a serious Candice staring at her.
Candice: We have to talk
Bette: I know, but now is not the time.
Candice: When?
Bette: (sighs with annoyance) how about tonight at the club on the corner of Santa Monica?
Candice: Are you gonna show up this time?
Bette: I told you before (she stops in mid sentence seeing the dont even expression Candice was giving her)
Bette: (gentler now, almost in a whisper) Yhea, Ill be there.
Candice looks at her with questioning in her eyes.
Bette: (giving in) how about around eight?
Candice: (still serious) Im gonna hold you to that. (as she slowly walks out the office she gently closes the door behind her as if not to disturb what lay behind it.)
No more then two seconds later someone knocks on the door.
Bette: *****! Can I get any privacy around here? (she yells at no one in particular)
Kit: (walks in, takes one look at her sister and abandons her original intent on coming and instead says with concern) We need to talk.
Bette: (looking first up to the ceiling leans her forehead into to her hand looks down at her desk and sighs in complete frustration. Then gets up and starts walking around her office waving her arms) Why does everyone want to talk? What if I dont want to talk? What if I dont need to talk? As a matter of fact I DONT NEED TO TALK! What I need is some ***** peace and quite so I can get some work done.
Kit: Well, There you go. Now doesnt that feel better that you got that off your chest? (Bette rolls her eyes) Listen Bette, if you dont find a way to get some of this stuff out, its gonna start eating you alivecome on now.. look at you.
Bette: (more composed now) Kit, I really dont have the time right now to discuss this with you. Besides Im Fine.
Kit: Yeah, your Fine alright. Being Fine whats got you into trouble in the first place.
Bette: (pleading with her eyes) Kit Please.
Kit: (getting the message) ok, ok, Ill leave you alone. For Now! But your gonna have to talk about it sometime.
End of Scene.
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