“Bette.”

“Yes T.”

“If I say yes to tonight, will I regret it in the morning?”

“How can you even ask me that, T. I love you”

“Always love me, Bette. Make love to me, please.”

“Bette,? Do you know where I put my shoes?”

“What?”

“My shoes. Jesus, you didn’t have that much to drink last night did you?

“What the ***** do you care?”

“Oooook, well, I see I don’t need to say call me later, then.”

“You’re right about that.”

“Ok bye, Bette last night was great.”

“*****.” was the first words that came to mind when I woke up from my dream. That dream I always have almost every night since she left. Tina. I wonder if she’s failing at this break up thing like me. A knock at the door. Must be Eric, checking to see I want breakfast this morning. God I’m so glad it’s Saturday. This ***** hang over is killing me.

“Well you really did it this time Porter.” Alice says while coming through the door. I don’t remember saying come in.

“I can’t believe you took her home.”

“What was wrong with her. She looked attractive enough. And she wanted to come home with me. Why is that so bad?”

“Hello, did you forget about……”

“Don’t say her name Al, it’s too early.” I can’t take anyone saying anything close to Tina. I’m barely managing seeing Grace everyday. Even though I know that I have her near to keep her fleeting friend near.

“Well if you would let me get a sentence in. I was going to say I can’t believe you would take home the girl that four months ago called your brother an ***** and got thrown out of the club. Or are you just not keeping track anymore?”

“Guess not.” ***** that’s right. Tracy. The ***** that called Eric an *****. And I threw her keys in an ally. She was so annoying and her voice was so grating. God I must be slipping.