Bette was sitting alone in the darkness on her couch – reflecting -going over and over the events of the last 24 hours. How could Tina have left me? How can she not realise that I wasn’t thinking logically, that it was just animal instinct, it was just lust, not love. This is

 Tina’s home, she belongs here, it’s our home, we belong together’. Bette’s mind was searching.

‘Oh *****, what the ***** have I done, why didn’t I just smile at Candice enjoy the attention and move on like I always do, why did I follow it through?’

 ‘Oh *****. I get so much attention and flirtatious episodes from so many women, I usually just smile inwardly feel good about myself and think of Tina’.

Bette jumped, there was a knock at the door, a slow three rap knock. Bette was glad she’d just showered and brought herself round, she’d have hated visitors it she’d looked like she had a few hours ago.

She took a sharp intake of breath and pushed herself to her feet, opened the door and was a little surprised to see Shane leaning against the frame.

In Shane’s hand were a 6 pack of beer and a bottle of wine.

Shane was the first to speak. ‘Thought ya could do with some company and a drink.’ Bette didn’t say anything but just grinned and opened the door fully to allow Shane to saunter in.

Bette wasn’t really in the mood for Shane’s carefree attitude but she’s a great friend and Bette did need the company and a drink.

Shane didn’t really go in for long sentences but when she did say something it was usually profound and straight to the point. Bette liked Shane and was proud to call her one of her closest friends and confidantes

Shane was a little edgy. ‘So how’s things?’ she fidgeted.

 ‘Well I’m a bit shell shocked,’ Bette answered intrigued with Shane’s jumpiness, she hoped Shane hadn’t taken anything.

Shane glanced at Bette. ‘Your face looks bad.’ Shane wasn’t looking Bette in the eyes ‘Does it hurt’?

This was typical Shane, she didn’t pry or ask how it was done or if Tina and she had a fist fight, she just inquired on Bette’s well-being with no judgmental undertones. Shane still wasn’t looking into Bette’s eyes, in fact Shane’s eyes were all over the place, looking at Bette’s art on the walls and ornaments all over the room. Yep its either drugs or Shane’s on Tina’s side and she’s gonna let me have it later.