I’m not sure what I expected when I opened the door to her, but Kit looked just like a regular person. I mean-well, exactly what I said, I don’t know what I expected. It was the first time I’d seen her when she wasn’t drunk or hung-over and she was really just this normal person with a resemblance to Bette and a contrite manner.

“Hey,” I said.

She gestured to me, indicating my wet hair and my pajamas. “You’re getting ready for bed. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said. I led her into the living room. “If you’re looking for Bette, she’s not here.”

“I wasn’t.” Kit shrugged and joined me on the couch. “I don’t really know any of Bette’s friends, which is my own fault, I guess. I remembered you, though, so I looked you up and here I am.” I smiled. She added, “Maybe should’ve came at a better time, though.”

I laughed. “It’s okay. What’s up?”

“I’ve been, uh…” She shrugged and pulled one of the couch’s pillows onto her lap, playing with the ends of it. I was a little bit fascinated by some of her mannerisms and actions; some of them were so similar to Bette’s. “Thinking about going back to rehab, you know. Doing my thing. I figure a few more times before it sinks in and-” She looked up suddenly as if I’d said something. “It was all my idea, too, I just realized I needed, uh…”

“Help,” I supplied.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “So I figured I’d give it another go. But there’s all this… stuff on my conscience, you know? Like if I don’t try to make amends with my little sister before I go, it could be my last chance. I dunno if it’s true or anything, but I need to.”

“Make amends?” I clarified.

“Yeah.” Kit shrugged. “You know, apologize, tell her I’m trying, that sort of thing.”

I nodded slowly. “It seems like a good idea.”

“Thing is, it’d be good to have an ally.” She spread her hands in another decidedly Bette-like movement and said, “Last time me and baby sis got into things, it didn’t work out so well and I know her. She remembers things. She won’t want to hear me this time around.”