“Tell me you didn’t try it.”

Shane just rolled her eyes and took another swig of her beer.

“Guys?” Tina whispered and both Alice and Shane snapped their attentions toward her.

“Yeah TK?” Alice said, a little afraid. She wouldn’t know what to do if Tina burst into tears, or threw upagain.

“II don’t have anything to wear.”

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Kit threw the last garbage bag in the can outside the house, sighing out of exhaustion. Cleaning up Bette’s bedroom had been more of a task than she realized. The “lunch” Kit brought earlier had turned into dinner and now the sun was setting. Kit viewed the sunset from the yard, shaking her head at the disbelief that the world continued on even though Tina had left Bette. Surely, a shift had occurred somewhere, but things carried on as normal. People walked down the block, talking about their day, families sat at dinner tables, young lovers met in secluded locations, birds chirped, cats hissed, dogs barked. It was relatively quiet, but the pain emitting from the house could be felt even from the outside.

Kit walked back inside, finding Bette pouring herself a hefty glass of wine. “Hey. What are you doing?”

“I need a drink.” Bette said flatly, taking a rather long gulp.

“No you don’t. What you need to do is sit down and try to figure out a way to fix this.”

“I don’t think I need you to tell me what I need.”

“You think that getting drunk off your ass is gonna make things better?”

Bette sighed, angry, frustrated, and suddenly bitter. “I don’t know Kit. Did it work for you?”

Kit shook her head. “I don’t need this.” She grabbed her keys and started for the front door, disappointed and a little hurt. She knew that she should have expected her alcohol problem to be thrown in her face, but she didn’t think Bette would be the one to do it.

Bette rolled her eyes and cursed her big mouth. Just as Kit opened the front door, Bette called to her. “Kit wait.” She could hear Kit sigh, but she didn’t turn around. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“Yes you did. But it’s cool. I’ll call you tomorrow.”