Bette was groggy. The space behind her eyes hurt and one of them would only partially open. She was leaning slightly to the left and leaning against the towel rack. She was peeing on the toilet in her slip. Next to her, a sleeping Shane was snoring in her clubbing clothes and curled up against a small purple washcloth. Shane didn’t like staying over at various girls’ houses, she had told Bette that it gave them the wrong impression. Bette shook her head and felt herself drifting to sleep with her underwear around her ankles. She got up and teetered over to the door to the kitchen. There she saw pink fishnets and black shoes peeking out from under the linoleum table. It was worse than she had predicted, Jenny was sleeping under their kitchen table, she was visiting for the weekend. It vaguely reminded her of the “Wizard of Oz.” She remembered that her parents told her that she had nightmares when she was four years old after seeing that movie, not because of the cyclone like any normal person but that houses were going to fall on her and kill her. Her parents loved the idea that Bette most identified with the wicked witch. Bette shivered, it was so foggy in San Francisco. The only saving grace of the attic apartment was the ladder that led up to the roof with the gorgeous views down Market Street. Two bad, it was still too cold in mid-July to put up a tent for her visitors. Oh, summer in San Fran.

Bette stepped over Alice on the rug and managed to bump her knee against the table and step on her backpack and knock over the expensive tiki artwork next to her table lamp. She crawled in behind Tina who was sleeping next to Dana.

“Oh no, honey, lean this way…” she whispered as she pulled Tina into her stomach, before Tina inadvertently grabbed a hold of a sleeping Dana. Tina murmured in her sleep and Bette buried her face in her hair and pulled her closer, spooning her back. Alice was snoring slightly on the floor. Five women, one bathroom, and one bunny….

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