“She didn’t say, Shane. She specifically said to be there by seven.”

“Shit…” I blurt, making Alice’s neck snap sharply at me.

“What?” She asked, slapping her hand against her thigh.

“Is Bette coming?” I ask, wondering what she had planned for the evening. I thought it would be nice to invite her, being that she was invited to Bette’s welcome home celebration.

“No.”

“No?!” I asked with a concerned tone of voice. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean, N-O! She wasn’t invited. I think they’re fighting again or something, besides, Bette’s watching Angelica until Saturday, I think.” Alice replies, scratching her head. “What’s the big deal anyway, I’m sure Bette has plans to spoil her new lover.”

I shrug my shoulders to her comment with thinking of Bette and how upset she’ll be to know she wasn’t invited nor advised about the party. I personally think that Bette and Tina should be spending a good amount of time with one another and being able to bond again over Angie’s phases of development as she continues to grow daily. The feud between them sickens me, because they’re only going to confuse Angie more by making her turn away from them both, because they can’t stop fighting over who took the last cookie from the cookie jar.

“What?” Alice asked me, breaking my concentration.

“Nothing.”

“What?” She asked me again in a concerned voice. I wanted to express my feelings to her, but what use would it be, Bette and Tina are not here to hear me, so, what’s the fucking point.

“I was just thinking about Paige. I haven’t spoken to her in over a week and I’m wondering is she ok and all. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, love sucks, hurts, and stinks. I think love should be banned permanently.”

“Aww…” I say, smiling and thinking of Tasha. ”Let me guess, things aren’t working out with Ms. Tasha.”

“Fuck off Shane!”

“Ouch!”

“Leave Tasha out of this, ok? She has nothing to do with my reason for banning love. As a matter of fact, I don’t love her at all.” I smirk, turning my lips up at her. “Don’t give me that look.”

“You love her,” I say, making her blush with butterflies in her stomach I assume.