Ok, Ok, I get it Dane. I just never saw it with food, unless she was smoking first! Shane answered, wiggling her eyebrows.

Food is the worst, she just doesnt let herself start. It blew my mind the first time I saw her eat the tiramisu from here. She actually went on about it, the taste, the color, the consistency for about a half an hour, all the while eating about 5 of the individual servings. Dana was smiling telling the story, It really was amazing to see. I had never seen her enjoy anything like that. WellShe started blushing, food that is, it was a sight.

Shane just smiled at Dana as she paid for the pastries. Anyone whos eyes light up like that telling a story about someone isnt ready to say goodbye. She just hoped this weekend would help.

They got back into the car and headed to the house. When they got there Dana jumped out of the car and headed to the front door, like shed done a thousand times, but she stopped short at the door.

Hey, what are you doing? Shane asked Dana.

Dana looked up at Shane with lost, sad eyes, Do I knock first?

Shane felt for her friend and didnt know what the right answer was, Well, I dont knock half the time, so why dont we just head in. Ill take the blame if its needed.

Thanks.

 Hey guys, were here, where are you? Shane asked walking into the house. Dana followed behind, thankful for Shanes presence. When Alice mentioned dinner, it hadnt dawned on her that she would be going to dinner in what was her home until a few days earlier. A place that had always made her feel safe and loved. That feeling wasnt here anymore and she had no one to blame but herself. Alice never gave her a moments doubt, but Dana couldnt accept it. She made this choice, she would have to live with it.

Putting a forced smile on her face, she continued following Shane through the house. She heard Alices voice, Were on the deck, come outside.

Dana took the bag of pastries from Shane, Ill be out in a second Im going to put these in the fridge. Shane walked out to the deck, while Dana walked into the kitchen. As she walked in she smiled at the smell. She knew what Alice had made for dinner and was touched. But the smile was short lived. She took the pastries out of the bag and opened the fridge to put the pastries in. She got a sad look seeing that there were a few take out containers and that Alice hadnt replaced the juice, salad or fruits. These were Danas items, that she sort of guilted Alice into eating. In a few short days, close to six years of trying to get Alice to eat a little better went out the window.