“What?”.

“Why are you hiding your phone?”, Helena said flatly.

Shane grumbled, her upper body slumping defeated.

“Nothing. I was thinking about making a call”.

Helena arched her eyebrows.

“You were thinking about making a call”, she repeated slowly.

“Yes…”, Shane sighed, exhausted, the last “s” lasting much longer than necessary.

Helena blinked, torn between amusement and a confused disappointed.

“I’m not sure if I wanna know what you’re talking about, exactly”, she shook her head.

“Then don’t ask”, Shane’s eyes darted in her direction, then her gaze fell down again.

”We suffer everyday
What is it for
These crimes of illusion
Are fooling us all
And now I am weary
And I feel like I do
Its only you
Who can tear me apart
And its only you
Who can turn my wooden heart…”

Helena took a chair and moved it right before Shane. She sat down and crossed her long legs, staring at her seriously.

“I have to tell you something, because I am not sure you know”, she stated calmly.

Shane felt like running away, driving her car at the speed of light and get lost in Mexico. Far away from all the drama.

“I’m listening”, she eventually declared, though.

“Did you talk to Carmen, after the radio show?”, Helena asked.

“What do you mean?”, Shane retorted suspiciously, and flashes of Carmen’s mouth, Carmen’s lips, Carmen’s closed eyes crossed her mind.

“Did she tell you about Melissa?”, Helena elaborated.

“We didn’t talk about Melissa”, Shane shook her head.

Helena chuckled in discomfort, nodding.

“Oh well… Back to basics, then…”, she looked up at Shane, “…Did you two talk at all?”.

Shane pouted pensively, closing one eye.

“Mmm…. No, not really”.

“Alright”, Helena sighed, “Do you remember plunging Melissa’s head into a toilet, Shane?”.

Shane pursed her lips.

“Of course I do. And I would do it again”, she replied, calmly.

“I know you would…”, Helena smiled sympathetically, stroking Shane’s knee, “…I’ve never seen you that passionate and angry about something, and I have to admit that it was quite sexy”.

“Oh, shut up”, Shane laughed, relaxing a little, and pushed Helena’s hand away.

They shared a giggle.

“In any event…”, Helena cleared her throat and her face turned serious again, “…I keep asking to myself: Why isn’t Shane worried about a report? Why isn’t she anxious about what would happen after that argument with that ass?”.