“Hello?” Andie ran her hand through her longer and now red with blonde chunky hair. She spoke quietly, glancing over her shoulder.

“Andie?” a voice asked.

“Yeah this is me. Who is this?” Andie looked over at her clock, seeing it was three am.

“It’s Bette. I’m sorry to be calling so late.” Bette stood at the French doors looking out at her pool.

Andie smiled to herself. “Bette! How are you? Don’t worry about calling me late. I work in a night club.”

Bette remained quiet for a long time.

Andie leaned forward, the black and gray striped wife beater rising in the back, revealing the edges of her tattoo wings. She scrunched her eyebrows together when Bette didn’t say anything.

“Bette? Did I lose you?” Andie asked quietly.

“No, I’m here. I just needed” Bette’s voice broke up.

“Did something happen? Is everybody ok?” Andie started to get worried.

Bette turned and began to walk to her room, pulling out a suitcase. “Everyone is ok. Look, Andie”

“I understand..you just need somewhere to go and think. When can I expect you?” Andie tucked her hair behind her ear.

Bette stopped stuffing things into the suitcase. “How’s tomorrow evening?”

Andie glanced behind her again, when she saw a silhouette of the naked girl in her room, pulling on some clothes and Andie turned back around.

“That sounds perfect. I could use another familiar face around. I’ll be at the club, here are the directions.” Andie began to rattle off the address of Velvets II. As she talked the girl came from out of the room. “I can’t wait to see you Bette.”

Bette sat on the bed. “Me either. Thank you, Andie.”

“The invitation was and is always open. I’ll see you tomorrow night. I’ll make the show special for you.”  Andie smiled and they hung up, just as the girl cam into the living room.

“Got company coming?” The girl asked walking around to the other side of the couch to sit down. She reached forward and grabbed a pair of black knee-highs, pulling each one over her light cocoa colored skin.

“Yeah, a friend from L.A.” Andie said leaning back into her couch deeper, tossing the phone to the side.