"Alice. She still thinks I’m at work." She shoves the phone into her pocket. "Italian subs, huh?" Bette asked.

Tina smiles and says, "Italian subs with provolone cheese."

"Ah, I don’t know, Tina. I’m kinda on this diet."

"It’s not fatty. Its fat free, Bette. Do you honestly think I’d feed you something you’re not supposed to have? Where’s the trust?" Tina asked, stuffing a piece of salami in her mouth.

"Hey, where’s my piece?" Bette asked.

"Oh, sorry Bette. I got totally carried away with that one."

"I know, acting all stingy with the meat," Bette replies.

"I was not. I didn’t think you’d want any, like that."

"How would you have known if you hadn’t asked?" Bette asked.

"Because, I was being selfish and I’m sorry. Can we start over?" Tina asked innocently.

Bette smiles and says, "Sure."

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"Is she back yet?" An angry and fierce Jodi asked.

James hurries over. "No, she’s not coming back, Jodi. Didn’t you catch that the first time?" James asked scratching his head.

"I’m sorry?" Jodi says.

"She’s…gone…for…the…day. She’s…not…com-ing…back…un-til…to-mor-row. Would…you…like…for…me…to…take…a…message?" Jodi was boiling. She was FURIOUS. How dare Bette ignore her like this. She was beginning to hyperventilate. She had to get the hell away from her office and the hell away from James.

"No…Thank…you," Jodi replies, smirking and walking away.

James stood their absent-mindedly. He asks himself, "How come no one wants to leave a message?" While he continues to scratch his head.

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While Angelica was sleeping, Angus found the time to practice on his piano. He was putting together this melody for Kit. He was trying to find another way to apologize instead of saying it. He thought it would be best to sing it instead. As he played continuously, it made him sorry. He was now crying instead of singing and it made the words bite him vigorously. He stopped at the sound of the phone ringing frantically. Picking it up, he said, "Hel-lo?"

"Bette?" Kit says into the receiver.

"She…she’s not here," Angus replies, feeling sorry inside. He wanted desperately to reach out and hold her. To touch her and feel her skin. He’d never known what it was like to be so distant. It made his days longer and nights lonelier. He missed her dearly.

"Who’s this?" Kit asked curiously. "Angus?" She answered.

"It’s me. I’m watching Angie for Bette."

"Where is she?" Kit asked.

"She didn’t say. But, I’m sure she’s probably with Jodi. Shopping, maybe."

"Alright, bye–"

"Wait! Kit…"Angus says desperately. "We really need to talk."

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow–"

"No, please don’t make me wait another day. I can’t do it. I can’t live another day without you. I’m sorry, Kit," He starts to weep. "I was stupid and weak torn down by some fucking girls’ gone wild chick," Angus confesses.

"A what? You cheated on me with a hoe? Ah, yeah? You went from tight to loose–"

"Kit, it’s not like that. I–"

"Fuck, you," Kit says, hanging up the phone. The line cleared. The dial tone was back on. Angus stood their dazed with the phone in hand. He couldn’t see anything or hear. It was like he was blinded and deaf at the same time. Nothing. His world was empty. His brain cleared its data. Earth shattering. Dreadful. He felt like he had nothing left.

Growing strong in strength, he found the courage to hang up the phone. Looking at the phone, made him think deadly thoughts. He thought of killing himself, right there, in Bette’s living room. The thought stayed as he went into the kitchen, and grabbed a chopping knife from the carving station. He then walks over toward the door, and opens it. Stepping outside, he walks over, and gets in the pool. With the knife in his right hand, he brings it to his wrist on the left, and slices the blade across his veins.