Bette gave Alice a slight nudge to the shoulder and said, “Come on, let’s get a move on.  We have to be back at the house by noon.  I promised Tina.”  Alice stopped dead in her tracks and turning quickly, said, “Okay, I’m going to teach you a couple things about the art of the hunt, Bette.  Now listen and listen good cuz I’m only sayin this once.  Number 1.)  Never push, no matter how playfully, a person holding a semi-automatic weapon in her mitts.  2.) Stop rushing me.  You’re crowding my dance space and making me very nervous in the process.  You never want to make a gal nervous while she’s holding a firearm.  And, finally, C.) At least scatter some leaves in yourI don’t know, what is that, a weave?  Whatever it is, I don’t want you scarin off the turkey by making them think its bear season.”

Alice, snapping two fingers in the air, dramatically swiveled around and resumed her slow paced stroll toward the tree line.  Bette reached up and gently pushed her hair back before looking around and jogging up to Alice‘s side.  “You’re up to something.”

Alice: “WhaWhat, oh Bette, you are so paranoid.  Between you and me I think it’s time to up the meds.  If nothing else eat a steak.  I think you’re low on iron or something.”

Bette: “Don’t give me that bullshit, I can feel it, Alice, like, “in my bones,” feel it.  I don’t know what, or how, or even whybut don’t think for a second that I’m not prepared for it this time.”

Alice: “Oh, right Bette, yeah, cuz I have nothing better to do with my time than to play tricks on youjeez, get a life sister.”

Bette: “Really now?  Well, I think you’re forgetting something very important Alice, I’ve been down this road with you many a time.  Uh huh, that’s right, and I know all the tricks you’ve probably got stuffed up that stupid puffy sleeve of yours.”

Alice mocked Bette’s facial expressions.  “And I know all the tricks..like what?  Oh, and by the waythis shirt is Prada.  Okay, no need to make apologies for a puffy sleeve anymore.

They continued to walk on as Bette continued.