“No they… they can’t be… we’re just… because, they’re umm…” she stopped trying to form a sentence as she bolted for Bette’s bag. “I need about three of them because, I do not want to remember this night.”

Bette woke up early to the smell of breakfast cooking. She looked down at Tina who was still wrapped in her drugged up dream state and decided to let her stay in bed until it was time to eat. She was about to walk into the kitchen and saw where Tina’s mother was putting biscuits into the oven, she was about to enter when her father come into view as he walked up behind her and grab her hips into him. This caused her to squeal and laugh as she turned around in his arms and began to kiss him softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Not wanting to embarrass them, she backtracked a little bit and made her presence known with a few loud stomps of her feet.

By now he was leaning on the counter looking through the paper and she was humming a song that clearly made her smile as she seasoned a chicken in the sink.

“Morning.”

“Good morning Baby.” she said cheerily while her hands were still occupied with the chicken.

Tina’s father winked at her as he took a seat with the paper. This caused Bette to smile and turn to hide the blush daring to show itself this early. “Momma is there anything I can do to help?”

“Get to peelin’ them yams over there. Y’all got a long drive, and I don’t want y’all eatin that nasty food in some of them restaurants.”

“Momma you don’t have to…”

“Are you questionin’ me child?” she asked with a raised authoritative brow.

“No ma’am. How many did you want me to peel?” Bette said feeling put in her place.

“All of them.” she said still busy with the chicken. Bette looked down at the mountain of sweet potatoes and now realized why Tina always stayed out of the kitchen when her mother was cooking.

Tina woke feeling kind of groggy, but happy to at least fall asleep quickly. She turned and looked at the clock and knew by now breakfast was over and that they needed to hit the road soon. She went downstairs and ran into Bette who was now trapped in the kitchen stirring what looked to her to be smothered pork chops.