“You’re drunk.”

“I may be drunk but I still know that you’re a bitch and that cousin of mine is a conniving tramp who only waited for the perfect opportunity to pounce on what was mine.”

It made Tina laugh to hear Justine speak with such malice towards something that only a few months ago seem to be nothing more than convenience to her. She didn’t have that much patience left for her drunken state of self pity, regret and spite towards her and Bette.

“What do you want Justine?”

“I want to know why you’re kicking me out of my house for starters.”

“I own that house Justine. Every repair that was done on that house was made by me. I sacrificed my life to build that house into what it is today. I practically rebuilt that house from the ground up. So if you think for one minute I’m going to continue to let you dwell in a home that you that didn’t want in the first place, then you’re sadly mistaken and if I want your sleazy ass out of there than that’s my business.”

“And where the fuck am I supposed to go!?”

“I left you your fucking Mercedes, sleep in it!” Tina spat before she hung up the phone. Tina took a minute to breath and return her body back to resemblance of normalcy so she could continue her work. The next time she looked up it was almost 8 o’clock and she promised Bette that she’d be home as soon as she could. She looked at all of the paperwork that needed her attention and knew that she could not and would not finish everything tonight. She sat back and closed her eyes as she clasped her hands behind her head, her day had indeed been long but nothing unlike she was used to. She looked around and realized that in a few weeks time this would no longer be her office, she remembered the days she spent in this office and the weeks she spent trying to get it ready for business. And how all of her friends were there with her to paint and do whatever they could to help, she then thought about how Justine used to pull her aside and tell her repeatedly how proud she was of her.