Bette: “Well, at least she’s checking them….that’s good to know maybe if I called to tell her I was dying she might consider returning the call.”

Kit: “Bette…”

Bette: “Sorry, I’m just feeling very cynical today….so where is she? Is she ok?”

Kit: “I don’t know where she is, but yes she’s fine.”

Bette: “Well, what else did she say?”

Kit: “Not much. She probably assumed I was reporting to you. She just told me not to worry she had a place to stay and she was ok. I didn’t want to pry, but she told me if she needed me she’d call.”

Bette: “That’s it….that’s all she said?”

Kit: “Well, what did expect her to say. Listen, to me, remember what I told you this morning just give her some time. Ok?”

Bette: “Ok…well, thanks anyway, I do feel better.”

Kit: “Your welcome…what are you doing for dinner?”

Bette: “Um….probably working.”

Kit: “You shouldn’t bury yourself in work. How about you meet me at 8:00pm and we’ll order in or something.”

Bette: “Alright…I’ll see you then.”

Bette continued her work just trying to make it through the day without looking at the clock every 15 minutes. After several hours and no lunch break, she leaned back in her chair and stetched. She looked around and had accomplished very little. It was obvious this wasn’t working she should just leave. She looked at her clock…6:00pm. She decided to go for a drive before meeting Kit. She shut down her laptop and headed out the door.

Alice walked into her apartment to the most appaling sound she’d ever heard. A sad country song was blaring through out the apartment. She didn’t know where Tina was, but she could hear her tearfully belting out the words to a depressing Lori Morgan song…..

“Good as I was to you,

Is this the thanks I get?

Were all the years we shared so easy to forget?

Does this mean that you’ve won?

Are you finally having fun?

Did you think it through?

Oh, she sure looks good, but she won’t ever be

good as I was to you…..”

Alice heard the last sappy chords echo away in the living room and decided she’d better get her shoulder ready. She walked quietly in the living room and put her hand on Tina’s head.