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“Ever since I saw your face
Nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end, yeah
I’ve searched around this whole damn place
And everything says you were meant to beeee
My girrrrlfrieeend, oh!”
“What do you mean ‘what?’ Who was that?” Alice inquired impatiently. “And don’t think for a second that I forgot about asking where you went ‘out’ last night.”
Since she knew Tina was now en route, Bette accepted the fact that the band would put two and two together once she arrived. Making the decision to tell them beforehand was a tactical strategy that allowed for some ground rules to be set.
“Alright look,” she began pinching the bridge of her nose. “I invited someone to lunch. She’s on her way now, but I would really appreciate it if you guys would be on your best behavior.” She pleaded with the group, but directed the end of her sentence at Alice. The two old friends locked eyes which effectively wiped the mischievous grin from Alice’s face.
“We’ll be good.” Said Angus with everyone else agreeing.
Without losing eye contact with Alice, Bette replied, “It’s not you guys I’m worried about.”
“Aww, come on Little Porter, when am I not on my best behavior?” Alice feigned innocence with a cheeky grin.
“I’m serious, Al. I know you’re gonna play Barbara Walters and try inundating her with a bunch of questions that will be wildly inappropriate and borderline offensive. And I kind of like her, so please, I am begging you, please, don’t embarrass me.”
Alice saw the gravity of Bette’s plea in her eyes.
“Wow. Okay, okay. I promise, I’ll be good. No crazy questions from me.”
“Somehow, that’s only moderately comforting, Al.”
“Well, do you want me to pre-screen them with you like she’s going on Ryan Seacrest’s show or something?”
Bette folded her arms in front of her chest and sat back in her chair with a smile.
“You’re kidding, right, Little Porter?”
“Fire away, Al.”
“This is crazy. First of all, who is she?”
For a brief moment Bette’s eyes drifted to Shane before Alice gasped.
“You know something don’t you?” This time Al’s question was directed at the drummer enhanced by a pointed index finger.