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”Yeah, we both do.” Bette paused, ”and I’ll be fine.” Bette said trying to give a convincing smile. ”So you wanted to talk?” She said raising her eye brow as she changed the subject.
Shane took a deep breath. Just as she opened her mouth, Angie adjusted her chair. Shane looked over at Bette giving her a thin smile.
Angie looked from Shane to Bette, ”umm, I think I am going to go to the restroom.” Angie stood and looked from Bette to Shane once more and then left the table.
”Bright kid.” Shane said as she followed Angie with her eyes.
”Yes, she is.” Bette said not taking her eyes off of Shane. ”So what’s up?”
Shane turned to Bette and looked at her as she tried to form her thoughts. ”Have you spoken to Alice since we all had brunch?”
”No,” Bette said furrowing her brows. ”Is something wrong with Alice?”
”Yeah, I think so. The anniversary of Dana’s death is coming up. Something is different this year.” Shane paused bringing her lips tightly together. ”I don’t know, she’s different, sadder than usual.” Shane shook her head and then looked up as the waitress set the drinks on the table.
Bette watched Shane as she quietly thought about the last few times she spoke to Alice. ”Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Bette took a slow drink not taking her eyes off of Shane.
”She has never been right about this. I think it was part of the reason Tasha left.” Shane paused, I don’t know a lot happened when you and Tina left for New York. You guys were there and we were here. Things happened that never really got relayed to you guys.” Shane took a sip of her beer. ”I’m concerned. I’m not even sure Nat knows everything.”
”I’m assuming you want me to talk to her,” Bette tilted her head.
”Just trying to be careful, Shane paused, ”Because it matters and she might take you poking around better than me.”
Bette didn’t reply, she just watched Shane. Shane’s eyes, which had looked vague when she sat down for dinner, now flowed with emotion. Bette then shifted her gaze to Angie who was approaching the table. ”I’ll talk to her,” she smiled as Angie reached the table.