Bette opened the door and was surprised to see Shane standing on her step, her hands shoved deep in her jean pockets, her hair covering her face, and her eyes looking everywhere else but at Bette.

“What are you doing here?”

Shane didn’t answer right away; instead, she just shifted her weight from one leg to the other before completely turning her head away from Bette. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Shane finally spoke. “Tina needs some clothes.”

Bette looked as if Shane had just ripped her heart from her chest and stomped on it, but Shane didn’t notice, because she wasn’t looking at Bette. She stepped aside, holding on to the door for support, and Shane slowly walked past her. In another time, Shane had no problem entering Bette and Tina’s house. Years ago, when she needed a place to crash, she usually ended up on the couch that was sitting in the living room right now. Now everything was different. Shane felt like she shouldn’t be there, in their home. It wasn’t Bette and Tina’s home anymore

Shane headed into the bedroom, surprised to see that Bette wasn’t following, pounding her with a barrage of questions about Tina. She hesitantly looked around. “Which closet is Tina’s?”

“The one on the right.” Came the muffled reply. Shane didn’t like the way Bette sounded. She sounded weak, defeatedlike there was no hope left in the world. Nevertheless, Shane was on a mission. Get in, get clothes, and get out.  She opened the closet and found a small suitcase on the shelf. Taking it down and zipping it open, Shane began to throw anything in there that looked suitable. A couple of blouses, a few slacks, and three skirts. Not wanting to hear Bette’s pain-filled voice again, Shane just decided to guess which dresser looked like it would be Tina’s. Opening a few drawers and recognizing some t-shirts as Tina’s, Shane put two pairs of jeans and a few t-shirts in. Finally, and with much hesitation, Shane opened up another draw and grabbed a few socks, bras and panties, tossing them in the small suitcase as well.