As Dana was standing at the counter eating the sandwich she had made herself it was like the past day hit her like a ton of bricks, and she found herself sliding to the floor and pulling herself into tight ball. As she sat there hugging her knees to her chest she started quietly sobbing. Realizing for the first time how deeply the event had affected her. She still hadn’t come to grips about the fact she almost witnessed her best friends death. She didn’t know if she would ever get over the feelings she had when she thought Alice was about to be killed. Plus, as much as she didn’t blame Alice, because obviously the two men were homophobic psychopaths, she still could help being upset thinking why did Alice have to talk back to the men. Maybe if Alice wouldn’t have said anything, she could have moved them toward the street and none this would have happened. While she sat there crying she felt like an innocence she had about it being safe to be ***** in today’s sociality was scattered. Because obviously there were still some out there who were willing to hurt you for what you did in the privacy of your own home.

After pulling herself together, Dana decided she probably needed to get Alice to eat something, as she had no clue as to when Alice’s last meal was, and even though Alice told her she wasn’t hungry, Dana knew Alice really did need to eat something, or the medications she was taking would start to upset her stomach. Plus she knew that neither Alice or herself wanted Alice to become nauseated with her broken ribs.

When Dana walked into Alice’s room, she was carrying a tray with a bowel of tomato soup, a jelly sandwich, and a glass of milk. Alice had moved herself into a sitting position and was reading her book when Dana entered. Alice couldn’t help but smile at the meal Dana had prepared for her. “Oh my God, I think my friend’s body, has been taken over by Donna Reed.” As Dana set the tray down on the nightstand beside Alice, she once again couldn’t help herself as she reached and moved Alice’s hair behind ear. “Al, that mouth is going to get you in trouble one day.” Alice’s looked down toward the book in her hand, not able to look Dana in the eyes. “I think it already has.”