After a few minutes, Bette sighed as she finished her drink, turned off the lights in the living room and headed for her bedroom to once again cry herself to sleep.

The next morning Bette shot up in her bed to the pounding on her door and ringing of her doorbell. She looked at her clock showing 11am.

”Shit!” She mumbled as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and ran her fingers threw her hair as the door pounding sounded again along with the repeated ringing of the doorbell.

”Ok! Hold your fucking horses! I’m coming!” Bette yelled knowing that whoever was on the other side of the door wasn’t going to hear it but it made Bette feel better anyway to yell it out.

Bette stumbled out of bed putting her robe and slippers on and sauntered over the door as the pounding continued. Bette peeped through the peephole and grunted when she saw who it was and opened the door.

”Alice! What in the hell are you doing here?..There are these things called phones that would have sufficed” Bette grumbled as Alice breezed passed her inside. Bette rolled her eyes and closed the door .

”Nice to see you too Porter. I was in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by” Alice said setting her suitcase down and walking up to Bette holding out her arms for a hug.

”Cut the crap Alice. Why are you here?” Bette asked relinquishing her reluctance to hug Alice and let the blonde wrap her arms around her in a welcoming embrace.

”I just came to see how my best friend was doing” Alice said releasing her hug and stepping back to take in the appearance of her best friend. Alice saw the sadness and puffy eyes indicating that Bette had been crying and Alice hated that over the years Bette had become a former shell of herself. The old Bette was a take no shit get what she wants regardless person. This Bette was a fragile if you touch me I will break I have nothing to fight for now type and Alice hated it.

”I’m just peachy Alice. Now you can go” Bette said sarcastically causing Alice to frown and raise her brow.