“Hello, Tina…Kennard,” said Dana.

“I’m sorry, do I…”

Alice put her hand to her chest and said, “Alice, Bette’s friend, from the other day.”

“Oh, right,” said Tina, looking around for the closest hole to crawl in. “See, I told you it was her, Dana. Dana didn’t believe me but I never forget a face; even if I only saw it once flying passed me doing 40 or so…”

Tina quickly interrupted, “So, you’re Bette’s friends.”

Reaching out to shake her hand, Alice said, “Oh, right, I’m sorry…I’m Alice Pieszecki, and this is Dana Fairbanks, the tennis player.”

Dana waved, “Hi again.”

“You’re Dana Fairbanks, wow, that’s…it is so nice to meet you…both, to meet you both.”

Alice rested her arm on Dana’s shoulder. “Yeah, we just ran in so the Champ over here could get some new sneaks.” Dana held up the Lady Footlocker bag. “Got em’.”

“So what are you here for? Oh, you’re a Banana girl, huh?”

“Alice!”

Alice recoiled. “I’m sorry, am I being too nosy?”

Tina smiled, “No, not at all and yes, I’m a Banana girl,” she said, holding up the bag.

“Cool, cool, because if you were shopping for say, oh, I don’t know, a new dress or something like that, Dana and I are heading downtown to this boutique we like in West Hollywood. Trust me, you won’t find anything nice here. This place is gross.”

Tina lowered her eyes. “Why would I be buying a dress?”

“Wait a minute. Bette did give you the invitation, right, I mean, I thought she said she…gave it to you, that is so weird,” Alice said, now looking at Dana. “No, I believe you are correct, Alice, she did in fact lead us to believe that Tina, here, received the invitation.”

“Yes, she gave me the invitation, and yes, I’m going…” “Perfect, then it’s all set,” said Alice.

“Wait, what is all set?”

Alice and Dana were sprawled out drinking the complimentary champagne. Alice was going on about an article she was trying to finish about the homeless children in Hollywood when Tina walked out of the fitting room. “Holy…mother..of…god,” said Dana.