“That was ages ago,” grunted Sam, her stormy grey eyes clouding over.

            “That was when CJ was around, now you gotta get living,” instructed her newly found brother.

            “So says Yoda,” laughed Sam.

            “Look, you gave me a third chance with my son.  Now, I’m trying to repay you, would you let me?  This Shaymen whatever person is the hottest, cutting edge, hairdresser, hair cutter, whatever, on the coast.”

            “Shaymen?” asked Sam with a laugh.

            “Shayman, Shaman, Slaaloum, whatever,” said Brian seriously. He gave Sam a look and his sister just rolled her eyes at him.

            “It’s Shane,” said an androgynous woman from the back of the room, “and you’d be Brian Kidney?”

            “Kinney,” corrected Brian, Samantha laughing so hard that her sides hurt and she was breathless.  It seemed that no one could get anyone’s name right today.

            “It was that or Kinky, this way, please?” offered Shane, watching the short tomboy with careful eyes.  Instantly realizing who she was, the woman with the kid on her back a few days ago at Bette and Tina’s.  Then Shane reminded herself that it was no longer Bette and Tina’s house, it was simply Bette’s. 

            “Kinky would have been better,” giggled Sam, “I’ve seen the things he has in his house.”  Sam looked at the woman, thinking that her voice seemed to ring a bell, but she couldn’t connect the dots. 

            Shane sat the woman in her chair, smiling at her, adjusting her glasses, “So, Mr. Kinky, what is your girlfriend’s name?” this only made Sam laugh harder.

            “Sister, she’s my sister, Sam,” groaned Brian, thinking if this was the best LA had to offer, perhaps Pittsburg was starting to look brighter every day.

            “Ah, so Sam, what shall we be doing today?” asked Shane in her deep throaty voice.  Sam met her green ice chipped eyes with her own grey ones and simply shrugged.

            “Make her look like she’s on the prowl,” ordered Brian seriously. 

            Shane looked up at Brian, then back at Sam, who shrugged again, “Whatever you want, Shane,” smiled Sam, the corner of her lips curling up into an alluring seductive smile.  Bending down, studying Sam’s face, then nodding.