“Max‘s name was Maxine. 
She’s dead.”  Daisy’s eyes were
wide her mouth gaping open, the grape hanging on her tongue.  Max was Maxine!  Oh ***** on her! 
This wasn’t anything she’d been expecting, she didn’t know what to say
if anything.

            “I’m a ***** for not telling
you.  I didn’t know how to tell you, I
wasn’t looking for this you know.” 
Rosita stated, and Daisy bit the grape. 
Chewing it slowly, her jaw worked the small round fruit.  She didn’t say anything, she got up and
walked to the open balcony and stepped out into the hooded sky.  Ro looked down sheepishly, feeling like she’d
blown it with Daisy.

            Ro leaned back in the chair, taking
off the suit jacket, the pure white simple tee shirt and the black suspenders
rested on her breast.  She stood, pulling
them off and letting them fall to the side. 
She stuffed her hands in her pockets, feeling like she looked very much
like Bette at this moment.  She sighed softly, eyes filled with
uncertainty.

            She didn’t know what to do, go to
her or leave her alone?  She looked back
to the kitchen, seeing the open doors, and Alice and Quin picking apart a lobster they
were sharing.  Perfectly at ease with
each other, even after the fact that Quin didn’t remember much of anything.

            She was so bad at this, this romance
thing.  This trying to please anyone
besides yourself.  Being in a gang was
selfish it was all about belonging.  How
do you make one person believe that they belong with you? 

            She watched as Quin dipped a piece
of lobster into some melted butter and fed it to a laughing Alice. 
Hard roads that they were traveling together.  No memory, no past.  How did they do it, how were they going to do
it?

                       
Faith. 

            Ro took deep breath in, full lips
pursed as she debated about what to do, her feet led her to the open doors of
the balcony.  She saw Daisy standing
against the building, staring up into the cloudy sky.

            Lord, she was beautiful.  There was no denying that there was it was a
physical attraction there that burned in her soul.  There was more to it than that, Daisy wanted
to feast on life, she wanted to do more than sit around and make money.  Daisy wanted to speak to the world, even if
it was through music.  Ro wanted to speak
to just one person, with her art.