“Ok, won’t touch that again,” she said. She propped a pillow up against the wall and reached into the side table drawer. A little red bible sat there and she opened it up. She flipped through the pages quickly again sighing as she did so. She furrowed her brow and stopped on a page with scrawl in the margin.

“Tomas told me not to worry,” it began. She puzzled over it for a second before she heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, Kit.” Tina chimed in behind a bouquet of flowers and a little brown bundle. Angelica cooed as Tina placed the flowers next to the table where Kit lay.

“Hey, there Tina. Oh, and little Angie,” Kit smiled. She sat straight up and reached out for the baby that Tina had brought in tow. “Where’s my baby sis?” Kit asked as she nursed Angelica with her little finger and giggled.

“She’s parking the car,” Tina started. Tina had been surprised when Bette had come home early. Tina had reduced her work hours so she could be home with Angelica and had been home that day so when Bette had slammed the door shut just after Tina had put her down for a nap, she had been insistant on an explanation.

“Peggy Peabody’s been murdered,” Bette explained. Her shock had melted away by this point and turned into frustration over Franklin’s blunt manor of explanation. Tina had started rocking Angelica again from the abrupt awakening. Little tears streamed down her face over her hands and onto Tina’s green t-shirt. Tina’s jaw dropped. “My god, babe, are you ok?” she asked still rocking her little love. Angelica’s tears started to cool back down to quiet sobs while Tina looked onto Bette with concern. She knew that Bette and Peggy weren’t close but they were friends, and most cordial. She would wager, even, she had more closeness with Pegy that Helena had shared, a factor that might have contributed to Helena’s intense loathing for Bette.

Am I ok? Bette asked hereself. She leaned over the steering wheel in the car. It didn’t matter right now, she told herself. Not Peggy, not the job, nothing but Kit. She was there for Kit. Kit needed her right now and she had to be there for her, for her operation. She stared at the little cross Tina had hung from the rearview mirror. Tina thought it couldn’t hurt much now having a baby in the car and all. She could see the babyseat reflecting through the cross. No, it couldn’t hurt, she had told herself, though she never had before such need for it. She climbed out of the car and headed toward the lift.