Tee, Bette mumbled as she turned around, her voice cracking. Let me explain. Please dont interrupt me. If you dont want to believe me, thats your problem, but please just let me say what I need to say. I love you. Candace Jewell was a mistake, and I learned my lesson. I would never do anything to hurt you again. The Candace that called me was Candace Thomas, an artist in New York. Peggy Peabody is helping me try to secure some of this womans work for our next exhibit at the CAC.

Tina watched her closely. Is that true?

Bette blew her nose loudly. Yes, its true. You can check with Alice. She made me pinkie-swear.

Tina had to smile at that. I believe you, babe. Im sorry I didnt give you the chance to explain. I think my hormones are out of whack, and I just overreacted. She leaned in and hugged Bette, kissing each one of her eyelids gently. Now quit crying and take me home, Bette.

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Dana took a deep breath. Before either of you say anything, let me speak. Things have been, well, weird with us lately. I dont know exactly what happened, but it cant continue. She paused, remembering Alices sincerity as she sang, and Shanes tenderness when shed had stitches. Dana knew in her heart what to do, and took a deep breath. Ive made a decision. I choose you, she finished, turning.

Alices face lit up. Its me. You choose me?

Dana nodded. I…I think I love you, Alice.

I love you, too, Dana, Alice replied with a whoop as she pulled Dana toward her into a smoldering kiss. Oh, um, sorry, she said to Shane as the kiss ended.

No problem, Shane replied, a strange grin on her face. Ill leave you two alone now.

As the door shut softly behind Shane, Alice pulled Dana toward her into another lip lock. You know, were all alone in here, she said slyly.

Dana glanced around. Yeah?

So…, Alice trailed off, running her fingertips across Danas taut lower back under her shirt.