Tina took the card, “Thank you, Rosita.”

            The woman merely shrugged, disappearing into the darkness as quickly as she’d appeared, Tina flipped the card over, the black embossed letters reading: Rosita Navarro – Los Angeles Youth Center – Legal Advisor

            Tina stammered, thinking of that woman as a lawyer was almost too much to grasp, “Damn, Oscar, you really have been moving up in the world.”

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            Alice jogged onto the softball field, waving hello to everyone that was there, sighing as she laced up her shoes. 

            “You look like hell, what’s up, Al?” asked Tina from her elbow.

            “Oh, I’m tired, of looking.”

            “For what?  Love?” asked Tina with a grimace.

            “No, yes, all of the above,” admitted Alice, waving to the batter’s circle, indicating that it was her turn.  Tina shrugged, she had enough to worry about than to worry about Alice and her obviously chaotic love life, or lack there of.

            Helena moved over towards Alice, kissing her cheek and thanking her again for participating in the charity event, “You know, Alice, I was thinking, Bette and I’s neighbors asked me if was interested in a day at there house, to let the children get acquainted, would you like to come along?  Bette said she was bringing Angelica, it’s on her weekend.”

            Tina over heard her, hoping that Helena wasn’t going to fall for Alice, that wasn’t what anyone needed, another botched affair.

            “Jesus, is that our competition?” asked Alice, changing the subject.  Lately, it felt as if she was the third wheel to everyone’s two seater bike.

            Tina looked up, a group of women had walked over onto the adjoining field, “I think so.”

            “Oh damn, there she is!  Fuck, I so want that woman in my bed,” groaned Alice.  “Her, see, the one with the long hair, says Navarro on the back of her shirt?  She walked like she owns the place, god, look at that strut!”

            Tina smiled, seeing Rosita moving to the pitchers mound, laughing with another dark skinned woman next to her.  Tina didn’t say she knew Rosita, thinking that no one needed to know about the chaos that seemed to reign in her life lately.  The other woman’s back was turned to them.

            “Isn’t that Carmen?” asked Helena, her voice carrying the tone of a very stunned woman.

            “Christ, it is,” affirmed Tina.  “And she seems to be cozy with Rosita,” she added.

            “It does look that… wait a second.  I didn’t tell you what her first name was,” said Alice suspiciously, the investigative reporter in her taking notice. 

            “I saw it on the chart,” said Tina defensively.

            “Oh,” both Helena and Alice said at the same time.

            Alice and Helena moved back to the batter’s box, but Tina lingered for a moment longer, biting her lip and watching Rosita with interested eyes.