The drive home wasn’t long, although Angie was sleeping in the front seat. As Bette pulls into her spot, she overheard her neightbors Jenny and Tim having what sounded like a wild party. She was invited to attend, but advised Tim earlier in the week that she won’t be able to make it. Why? Well, apparently she has a very bad toothache.

"Sweetie, wake up, we’re home." Bette tells Angie. But, she doesn’t respond. She’s sleeping. "Well, I guess that means I’m suppossed to carry you inside." Bette says amongst herself, getting out and carrying Angie into the house. "God, you’re heavy."

As Bette carried Angie to her room, the phone rung. She carefully lowers Angie’s body onto the bed and covers her with her Dora sheets. Exiting the room quickly, she runs over and answers the phone.

"Hello?" Bette asked.

"Hey, Bette. It’s me, Dana. I thought you were coming by this afternoon."

"I was, but something came up. I’m sorry that I didn’t call. It won’t happen again." Bette replies.

"It’s ok. I was just hoping that I’d see you. I haven’t seen you since you left the party last night. You seemed bothered by that gentlemen who kept asking you to dance."

"Is that what you call him a gentlemen? He seemed like a psycho to me. He kept nagging me over and over about a stupid two-minute dance. If a woman doesn’t respond to the first attempt and the second, what makes you think that she’ll answer to the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh. Geez! He gives me the fucking creeps Dana." Bette replies.

"I kind of figured that. Do you know that he asked for your address?"

"Get out. Please tell me that you didn’t–"

"I didn’t, Bette. I swear. I was a little worried about you. The look in your eyes and the way you were watching over your back and reaching for your gun, you had us all scared. We didn’t know what to expect from you. We all wanted you to have a nice time, not be aggrevated."

"Well, I was aggrevated. And to tell you the truth, I hope no one invites him to the next party you guys have. Whose friend was that anyway?" Bette asked, grabbing a water from the fridge.