Bette:  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Harmony:  “I’d never have a child.”

Bette was beginning to go red in the face.

Bette:  “Never?”

Harmony:  “No.”

Bette:  “Why not.”

Harmony:  “Why, so I can raise some ungrateful little brat that going to hate me one day? I have to clothe and feel this little monster for 18 plus years with no thanks after ruining my figure and my life.  Screw that.”

Bette was now standing at the foot of the bed staring at Harmony as if she didn’t know her.

Bette:  “When were you going to tell me all this Harmony?  I love children.  Hell I have one.  Do you hate Angelica?”

Harmony:  “No of course not.  Angelicas the perfect arrangement, a child free of stretch marks and smelly diapers.”

Bette:  “Well what if I want children?!”

Harmony:  “Feel free to have as many as you want.  I’ll even hold your hand in the delivery room.”

Bette:  “You have to be kidding me!  All this time we’ve spent with each other you never found it pertinent to tell me you hated children?!”

Harmony:  “I figured you knew!”

Bette:  “No Harmony I didn’t!  I thought we were looking to start a family together!”

Harmony:  “Start one?  I married into one.  Do you think that was some type of coincidence?!”

Bette felt like her head was going to explode.  She was angry and Harmony could see it.  She was banking on the fact that Bette would do what she always did when she was mad, go into their office for a few hours until she cooled down.  “People need me time every now and then” she would say.  Bette was so angry she was at a loss for words.  Sort of.

Bette:  “You know Harmony maybe this whole things was just a mistake!”

Harmony didn’t even need to fake a hurt face now.  That really did hurt.  She hoped to hell this worked or she was going to have a lot of explaining to do.   Fortunately Bette stormed out of their bed room and Harmony heard that familiar slam of the office door.  Jackpot!  She breathed a sigh of relief and slight worry as she awaited Bette’s return.