“Thank you, Jenny, I’m sitting right here I can…

Shane slowly separated her fingers and looking at the blurred, faded image of Jenny in front of her, said, “Oh shit, meeting. I am so sorry about this, but it’s not me, it’s Kit. Kit made me do it. She needs our help today.”

Back at Bette and Tina’s…

“A road trip to find Ivan? Have you lost all of your mind, or only some of it?”

“Hell to the mother fucking yes to find Ivan. And my mind is just fine, thank you very much. Bette, I am going to fight that bitch, and I’m talking old school, with gloves, in a ring, you feel me?” Tina had been quiet up until now, well, mostly because she was enjoying the breakfast Angelica made, but curiosity was getting the better of her. “I think what Bette is asking, Kit,is why did you need to find Ivan in the first place?”

“Thank you, Tina. And why will you be fighting her…him, I think is the real question.”

“OHH, I am so glad someone finally asked me that up in this mother fucker. Ivan, baby sister, and baby sister’s lover for this season and probably the finale…girls, Ivan has been sandbagging me from the jump start. First he sold his share of the Planet to Dawn mother fuckin Denbo, or what ever the fuck, which believe me, I had every intention of turning the other cheek about because they teach that in the “program, ya know, but now he’s making it impossible for me to get the things I need to keep the Planet running.”

Bette squinted, “like…what, what is he making impossible, I don’t understand.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Bette, let’s see, it’s a cafe all day, right, and for some reason I don’t have any coffee shipments coming in. Every time I call they say I’ve exhausted my credit with them or something. Now if that aint some bullshit, I pay that bill every week. And, it’s a club at night, right, and yet no bands will book a show with the Planet? I mean, shit, the freaks from Betty won’t even play a set for me anymore. If I can’t get Betty of all bands to play a gig, well then fuck it, I’m screwed for real. You feel me? The bands are my bread and butter, Bette.”