Previously …

Then, the door bell rang. Bette got up from her seat, “I’ll get the door.”

She jogged to the door, wondering who could be at the door.

“Hurry up Porter! You’re taking forever!” Someone called out loud from the other side of the door, ringing the door bell again and again.

Bette quickly recognized that voice.

“Oh crap. It’s Alice,” She muttered.

Alice is so totally going to make a big hoo-ha when she sees Helena here. Crap, crap, crap!  What am I going to do?

Alice rang the door bell more impatiently this time.

Bette came to a halt in front of the door. She reached for the door knob but pulled her hand back in hesitation at the thought of letting Alice in.

Crapcrapcrap.

Alice began to bang hard on the door, “Open the door!”

Helena watched Bette stand in front of the door, staring hard at the door knob. It seemed to her that Bette was afraid of whoever’s on the other side.

“Bette.” She called out in a tone of concern.

“Huh?” Bette spun around, looking slightly startled.

“You alright?” Helena asked, walking towards the door. “Do you want me to get the door instead?”

“Nonono!” Bette scrambled frantically, pressing her back against the door knob. “I mean no thank you, I can handle this.”

Helena frowned, perplexed by Bette’s weird behavior. Bette must be really afraid of whoever was on the other side of the door.

“Alright then.” Helena shrugged as she decided to leave Bette alone for the moment, “I’ll be in my room.”

The banging on the door became more insistent, “Elizabeth Porter! Open up!”

Bette watched Helena return to her room before turning to face the door again. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door. She propped her foot against the door, knowing that Alice would attempt to barge in.

Slowly, she twists the door knob and opened the door slightly, “Hi Alice.”

“What took you so damn long to open the door?” Alice said loudly.

Bette gave a tight smile, “I was… Uh… Busy?”

“Busy with what?” Alice asked.

“With something.” Bette tried to sound casual.

Alice looked at her with suspicion.

 “Ohh… I get it.” She wagged her finger, “You’re fucking someone in there aren’t you?”