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About a week later, Alice slowly takes a bite out of her bagel as she looks at Tina who has been staring at her off and on the entire morning.
Alice: Okay? What the hell’s going on?
Tina smiles and shrugs.
Tina: What do you mean?
Alice: I mean you’ve been starin’ since you sat down. Actually scratch that, like the entire week. What gives?
Tina’s smile grows bigger.
Tina: Nothing, I’m just enjoying my life with my beautiful family and wonderful friends. Can’t I be grateful?
Alice: Yeah you can be grateful and not creepy at the same time Kennard, try it.
Alice looks at Bette and nods towards Tina.
Alice: If you were any good at your wifely duties your wife wouldn’t be ogling other married women.
Bette keeps her eyes on her paper as she responds.
Bette: I take care of my wifely duties just fine, that’s why she’s so damn loopy this morning.
Tina smiles and nudges her wife.
Alice: So I have a question I’m sure we’ve all wanted to ask you for a while, Porter…. where the hell are you getting actual newspapers from these days?
Tina giggles a little as she drinks her coffee.
Bette turns the page of her newspaper as she responds.
Bette: Contrary to popular beliefs, the newspaper business is still alive and thriving, Alice.
Alice: There’s a thing we young folks use these days called an app…. it’s all the rage, you should try it. You’re really showing your age sittin here every morning with a damn newspaper covering your face.
Bette peeks at Alice over her paper.
Bette: I don’t give a shit.
Alice bites her bagel again.
Alice looks at her watch and downs the rest of her coffee before standing up.
Alice: Shit I gotta get to work.
Bette folds half her paper away from her face and looks at Alice amusingly.
Bette: I’m sorry? You have to get where? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that line before.
Alice grabs her purse and laptop from the table.
Alice: I don’t have time to curse you right now, remind me to do it later.
Bette flips her paper back up.
Bette: You got it.