Then Shane hadn’t a clue what was going on. she thought she was dying. And when Will had climbed in she had an uncertain look on her face. “Relax, Shane,” she had told her in probably the most serious voice she had given anyone. “I’m not trying to ***** you, Shane. I’m trying to keep you warm.” And so she did on all seperate occassions when Shane had shaken uncontrollably. Will patted Shane’s forehead dry repeatedly and kept refilling her cup. She patted her head and tried to coax shane into sleeping.

A few days later Shane had looked upon the empty bed and the one next to it. Sighing she slung her gym bag over her shoulder and walked out the door, down the stairs, and to Jenny’s waiting car. “Hey Shane.” she greeted her.

“Hey,” she smiled back. Jenny waited till Shane was in the car and then began.

“Um, Shane, about your truck….”

It was the night of Bette’s Fall Collection Banquet and after a rather convincing statement from Jenny, Shane had at last threw on some designer jeans, a black print shirt, nice shoes, had styled her hair the way only she could and headed out the door. Jenny drove Shane and herself to the banquet as Mark was meeting them later to snap a few pics for a local magazine he had recently proquired employment with. Shane’s truck had not only endured the unseasonable weather but apparently a few puking sensations from the patrons of the club she had parken infront of, a brick through the windsheild and her am/fm radio stolen. Her hubcaps were gone, her tires slashed and her upholstery had been ripped. “Why?” She had asked when she saw her poor truck in shambles. The bumper feel at her feet as if only to accent the destruction. She thought of all the nights she had spent sleeping in the truck, all the dates she had had in it, all the times she raced across town for her special mousse. “She’s just…gone.” She lamenated.

They pulled into the car park where they ran into Alice and Helena getting out of the town car. Shane pointed over to Alice. “What’s that about?” Shane asked. Jenny shrugged.

“I knew they’d been hanging out but..” Jenny went on. They both entered the CAC and met with a large crowd of art officianados. Jenny apparently caught eye of one person and he started heading over. “Oh, there’s Leonard. I’m talking with him about a book, maybe,” she explained and disapeared before Shane could say cool. Bette caught Shane out of the corner of her eye and waved her over.