I grabbed my bag and we said good bye to Lizzie, who incidentally was giving me inappropriate hand gestures when Millie wasn’t looking. I obviously wasn’t keeping as cool as I thought.

The car journey was about an hour, Millie had directions to the house but had a bit of trouble getting out of London. Of course I tried my best to help with directions but I had a sense of direction similar to a blind rat who was hard of hearing and had a cold. Luckily Millie found this flaw endearing and placed her hand securely on my knee for the rest of the journey.

I was intrigued about this Bette Porter character as Millies explanations about her had been sketchy at best.

So what’s this Bette like? I asked innocently, changing the conversation from Lobsters mating rituals quite abruptly. But then again I didn’t really know how we had gotten onto that topic of conversation in the first place.

Bette is confident, successful, head strong, beautiful and very much in control.

Oh great, another ***** to be intimidated around.

In control of what?

Millie cleared her throat, I noticed the muscle on the side of her jaw twitching nervously. This was a very interesting reaction seeing as Millie was so blas about Bette the other day, I wondered what the history between these two really was.

Everything; her life, other peoples lives. Millie turned to me giving an out of context smile. I think she would be in control of the world if she could be.

So if she is so in control and beautiful and amazing and everything then why are you saying it was weird she had settled down with this Tina person?

Because, Bette could never be in a relationship for longer than a couple of weeks without getting bored. Everyone wanted to be with her so she got what she wanted out of them and then moved onto the next.

I could hear the bitterness in Millies words, her voice had taken on a harsh tone, the syllables being forced out as her mouth frowned.

I thought you and Bette were friends? I asked, my voice quiet.