Bette rolls her eyes around in her head. A sigh escapes her lips. “She’s not the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Phyllis.”

“But you said so.”

“I was wrong about her, Phyllis. It took me this morning to see that Jodi and I are total opposites. And I know that opposites attract, but I’m not her match. To be quite frankly, I’m seeing someone else.”

“ALREADY?” Phyllis shouts.

“Shh! I don’t need the whole campus to know what we’re discussing, ok. If Jodi wants to go, then I think it’s best to let her go.”

“Bette, I can’t believe you’re saying this. Just last week, you guys were LA’s best couple, and now you’re LA’s not so best couple.”

“I know, Phyllis, and all this must be confusing to you. But hear me when I say, that Jodi and I are done, ok. We will never have anything going and I think it’s best for her to go. I’m back with my wife now and we’re taking it slow. I think, no, I know I’m solid with Tina—“

“Tina?” Phyllis quotes.

“Yes, Tina.”

“The cute blond from the other day?”

“Yes, that’s her. Look, Phyllis, I just lied to get out here to hear what you guys were talking about, and I think it’s best if I attended the conference I told a bullshit lie to get out of. Now, if we’re done here, I’d personally like to use to bathroom.”

“What’s wrong? Is it that time of the month?”

“No. I need to—“She sighs and wipes her eyes. She could feel them watering. “I need to wash my hands. I have sensitive skin.”

“Ok, alright,” Phyllis say, eyeballing her. She looks into her eyes and sees them filled with tears. “Bette, is everything alright?”

“Yes,” Bette replies, wiping a tear that fell onto her cheek. “I’ll be just fine. Thanks, Phyllis,” Bette adds, walking away. James joins her side.

“Is Bette ok?” James asked curiously.

Phyllis watches her until she turns the corner. She smiles and says, “She’s fine. Hey, how old are you?”

“I’m twenty-eight.”

“Do you have a girlfriend? The reason I’m asking is because my daughter’s coming home from college and I think it’s time for her to meet someone you know? She’s a sweet and genuine individual and I think you’re the perfect match for her.”

James is flattered by her words but replies, “Phyllis, I’m gay.”

“You too?”

“Sorry, Phyllis. But, hey, if she’s as bright as you claim she is, I’m sure Mr. Right’s out there. She’s just looking in the wrong places,” James replies, grinning.

“Maybe you’re right. Hey, would you like to have lunch with me?”

“I’d love to. I only have an hour though.”

“That’s perfect. Do you like sushi?”

“BETTE!” A woman shouts through the hall.

“Did you hear that?” James asked.

“Yes. Who is that crazy woman yelling in the hall?”

Phyllis and James watch the woman as she storms over to them.

“Can I help you?” Phyllis asked.

“I’m looking for my sister, Bette Porter? Do you know where I can find her?”

Phyllis looks at James and turns back to Kit.

“Why yes. If you go down this hall and take a right she should be in the bathroom to the left of the library.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Kit replies, walking off.

“I wonder what that’s about.”

“Me too. So, um, are we still going to lunch?” James asked.

“That’s right, that’s right. Shall we?”

“Ladies first.”