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“I don’t know Shane,” Bette spoke into the phone’s receiver as she smeared a bagel with what Kit seemed to think of as a GLOB of highly fattening cream cheese.  Shaking her head, she finished her fruit cup before placing her bowl in the dishwasher.  Bette paced as she talked, “She just left.  She said something about being tired of the same faces week after week.  What?  No I don’t think it’s her mom this time.  God I don’t know.  Listen, I’m on my way now to return her car.  I’ll call you later okay?” 

Placing the phone in its cradle Bette turned to Kit, “So, you’re at Wired tonight, right?  Is Janelle going to be there’?”  Kit grimaced.  Janelle was Kit’s last girlfriend who kept forgetting they’ve broken up.  As Shane put it, she was one of those lesbians that you had to break up with again and again.  “Shit, I hope not!  It was nice while it lasted, but that girl makes me wanna go straight upside her head” Kit said. 

“Aw, Kit, you know that’s what happens when they get a taste of the Porter Pus…” 

“BETTE!!!” Kit shouted, covering her ears.  “I am not discussing sex with my baby sister.” 

“Oh, Kit please I am not a baby anymore and you are only 7 years older than me.  Believe me, I’ve had my share.  Anyway, I told you about dating your groupies.”  

“I told you, she was not a groupie.”  Kit yelled.

“Well, what do you call it when someone comes to every one of your performances on the west coast?”  Bette teased. 

“She’s just an avid jazz lover” Kit supplied. 

Right!”  Bette snorted.

“Anyway time for a subject change.” Kit decided.  “What were you saying about your girl Tasha?” 

Bette slid up on the countertop.  Shrugging, she answered, “I don’t know, last night she was acting strange.  I mean women were practically throwing themselves at her and she hardly noticed.  She left after only a couple of drinks.  Shane thinks it’s her mom again.”

Kit studied Bette’s face, “But you don’t?”

“I don’t know what’s up with her to be honest.”  Hopping down Bette said, “Hey, I’ll see you before you head to Wired tonight.  I gotta take Tasha’s car to her house.”