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“What if I told her all of the liberties you take with the gallery credit card and the invitations to the swanky events?”
“Well, James…umm…those are your fault too. You should have stopped me or better yet, you should’ve told Bette a long time ago.” Alice said victoriously as she raised her hands over her head.
James rolled his eyes in a huff.
“See, my dear James. Bette will forgive me. Because, well…I’m me. You on the other hand…”
“How do you sleep at night?” James hissed.
“On my stomach with my left knee curled up wearing fuzzy purple socks,” Alice smiled.
“You’re the devil.”
“Make it look good,” Alice said to James and patted him on the ass.
“I don’t like you,” James glared at Alice.
“Eh. I’m okay with that,” Alice winked.
“Oh my God,” Alice said loudly.
“What is it, Al?” Bette yelled.
“James has a 101 temperature.” Alice said holding the thermometer out in front of her pretending to show the group as James and Alice made their way back into the living room.
“I felt fine. But now, not so much,” James mustered.
“Wait…aren’t you supposed to go to Vancouver on Tuesday,” Alice said with concern in her voice. Later she would tell Shane and Dana she deserved an Oscar for her performance.
“I’ll…I’ll be fine by then.”
“Fuck, James. 101 is no joke,” Shane fanned the flame.
Alice glared at James. James fake sneezed and coughed. Bette moved to the other side of the room with the disinfectant can in her hand.
“Shane’s right, James. Fuck!,” Bette said.
“I’m sorry, Bette.”
“Don’t worry about it. We can’t cancel the trip. So, I’ll go instead. Just what I fucking need,” Bette mumbled. “Are you well enough to change all of the reservations.”
“Yes. I think I can manage. I will send you the itinerary tomorrow. I never get sick. It just hit me all of a sudden.”
James looked in Alice’s direction but she was staring at her hands. James coughed again, said his goodbyes and walked out of the door.
“Feel better, James,” Alice shouted. James turned around and flipped her off with both hands. Alice stuck her tongue out at him before she closed the door.
“Poor James,” Kit said.
“Yeah, that sucks,” Alice shook her head.
Alice, Shane and Dana exchanged glances.
At the end of the night, Alice texted Liz and told her James was “sick” and couldn’t make the trip with a million smiley faces. Liz responded with a million and one smiley faces. The plan was set in motion.