I nodded, afraid to speak.  I should be more careful, I just don’t know how to explain to them the fear.

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There was a knock at the door, waking me from a restful sleep.  Wiping sleep from my eyes I blinked trying to wake up.  Trying to orientate myself with the moment.

It was Monday.  Yesterday Kit and I spent the day together, we went shopping and listened to a little Jazz before hitting a Karaoke club.  I love Karaoke probably more then I should.  It was a good day, a fun day.  It was a day where I was just Bette, and she Kit; 2 sisters out to have a good time, not talk about the possibility of a long time.

I told Kit about the tests, I may not be telling the other girls – who were family to me – but I could never hide this from Kit.  She’s worried, but upbeat and positive.  Sometimes you need a little Foxy Brown in your corner.

There was another knock, reminding me once again of the moment.  Dragging myself out of bed, I realise how tired I still am.  I take a quick glance of my room, it’s a little messy with clothes, shoes and photographs everywhere.

No dressing gown, damn.

The knock sound again.  I run to the door, afraid that the person will just wonder off after waiting for so long.  Throwing to door open I am in the middle of an apology before I realise who it is.  “Tina.”  I greet, moving aside to let the woman in.  “I’m sorry, I must have lost track of time.”  It was then I noticed the coffee cups, and the brown paper bag.

Smiling up to me, she greets me with a soft hello, before jumping into her own apology.  “I’m sorry, am I early.  I couldn’t remember if you said 9 or 10.  I erred on the side of early rather then late.”  Good lord, she can speak almost as fast as Alice when she gets started.

I put up my hands in order to ward off anymore unrequited apologies.  “Tina, I would still have been sleeping.”  I look down at my Scooby Doo boxer shorts and Power Puff Girls tank top, realising how stupid i must look.

“I should, ahh,”  I say, unintentionally drawing attention to my clothes by waving my arms.  “Get changed.”  I was nervous, and I’m sure it showed.

Tina was looking at me with a mischievous smirk and twinkling eyes.  “Is that the kitchen through there?”  She asks with laughter in her voice, pointing to her right where there is an archway.  It used to be a door when I first bought the house, but I opened up the room , making it more of a centre of the house.  Which is what the kitchen traditionally was in many cultures.

“Bette,”  she called me quietly.

Shaking my head, perturbed by my wondering thoughts, I summoned a smile “Yup, go on through and make yourself at home.”  She throws a smile over her shoulder on the way to the kitchen.

I watch her, making sure she’ll get out there okay before heading back to my room to get changed.