Days later, and finally able to stand out in broad day light without having to cover blood shot eyes, Shane walked down the sidewalks of her neighborhood trying to fuel herself on fresh air. The ripped shirt she wore let the slight breeze filter in through the fabric to cool her hot skin, it sobered her up further and made her feel less sick from the chemicals. Cherie was just a bad scene and a terrible influence. Rounding a corner she looked up to see a Saab roll passed and could only guess that it was Bette. Sure enough the car rolled into it’s driveway a few blocks up so the stylist picked up her pace,  intent on at least saying ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’.

               Bette cracked open her car door and placed a high heeled foot on the ground to lift herself from behind the wheel. Her fridge wasn’t exactly barren though not exactly stocked with what could make a decent meal, unless she simply wanted to eat ‘ingredients’ rather than make the meal. She was starving and mildly depressed thus deciding to fill the voids with calories. Shane turned into Bette’s front yard and saw as the older woman bent in to grab grocery bags from the back seat of her car.

               “Hey, need help with those?” Shane brought her hand up offering a wave in greeting while Bette turned in the direction of the stylist. She smiled.

               “Hello Shane,” Bette said through her smile once the ounce of surprise she felt at the company subsided. “There’s another bag that you can grab if you want and I’ll take these.”

               “I got it.” Nodded the younger woman as Bette turned to walk up onto the porch, she was glad to see that Shane had a bit more color in her face. The tan woman unlocked her front door and pushed it open, hearing the other set of feet make their way up the stairs behind. They didn’t say much during the time they entered. It wasn’t until they had nearly finished putting away the groceries that Shane popped a question.

               “I heard things are still shitty, I was wondering how you were doing?” Shane asked as she handed Bette a brick of cheese. Bette stood holding the fridge door open as her company unloaded the last bit of refrigerated items. Knowing that Shane wasn’t having the time of her life either Bette shrugged her shoulder, her expression betraying her displeasure for a moment.