Bette and Tina’s House
Peggy wheeled herself into the kitchen and looked around. Counting on her fingers she reached for the house phone and made a phone call to have her caterer’s bring breakfast. Wheeling herself outside she meandered around the pool, looking for any clue of what might have happened to Jenny. She knew none of them were the killers at least not directly, accidentally maybe, but not directly.

Media Room
Dylan sat in the corner in the recliner, her arms resting on her knees watching Helena sleep. She cursed herself and Jenny for this situation. She wished none of this happened, that none of this was happening, wishing she hadn’t listened to Jenny in her foiled scheme. Leaning forward, resting her head in her hands, she thought of the young girl and how could someone, anyone try to destroy love. Try to break off everyone’s happiness. Taking a deep breath she thought of the few times they had spent together, at dinners with the group and the way she interacted with everyone. A cool hand touched her face and she tensed. Looking up she saw Helena standing there and she wondered briefly if she was going to hit her or…
Helena (sternly): I thought you were sleeping, but then (shaking her head) you seemed like you were in pain…

Dylan (standing): No, just thinking (heading for the door) I’m sorry I woke you up….

Helena (fighting an internal battle; her head said for her to let Dylan walk away; her heart on the other hand cried out for its twin; in the end she did the only thing she was capable of at the moment; swinging around she grabbed Dylan by the arm and pushed her on the couch; she straddled her lap and grabbed her wrists; pinning them to the couch): I want you to tell me, every fucking little thing that happened with Jenny. (Digging her fingers into Dylan’s wrists) and if you lie to me one more time I will beat the living shit out of you…

Dylan (sighing): Why don’t you talk to your mother? She knows exactly what happened. She knows what Jenny did, tried to do and succeeded in doing.