Listen Helena. Tinas tired, she needs to rest. Cant you just come back another time. Alice said. Her voice was strained. She tried to smile but it was not very sincere. This was not going to work.

Would you please get out of my way. Helena was not about to give up. Alice could not control her temper any longer. How could this woman be so completely cold and unsympathetic? What had Tina ever seen in her?

Just go, Helena. Go. She doesnt she said she never wants to see you again after what you did to Bette. She doesnt want you here.  Right after she said it, Alice regretted it. It was too harsh. Honest, but still to harsh. The look in Helena Peabodys eyes changed drastically. It seemed as though all the previous determination in her eyes just vanished in an instant. She lowered her eyes, Alice thought she saw her blinking away a tear, but she could not be sure. She could not be sure because Helena Peabody had turned around. She had changed direction and was now headed straight to the exit. ***** Alice sighed. Why did she have to feel guilty? She had achieved her goal, but was not satisfied by the way she had done it. Why did she always have to interfere? That was just the way Alice was. And being who she was, Alice found herself running after Helena Peabody through the doors. Alice called her name, but there were no response at all. No implication that Helena even heard her. Helena was about to unlock her car when Alice finally caught up with her. She put her hand on the other womans shoulder and jumped back as she violently twisted around. It was not a surprised twist, Helenas whole body and every motion displayed anger and sadness.

Are you here to twist the knife? She asked sarcastically. To make me feel even worse than I already do? Go ahead! Helena tried very hard not to lose it completely. This must have been three of the worst days in her life. Day one, in the morning, Tina made it perfectly clear it was over between them. The humiliation of being brutally dumped in front of, and for her nemesis Bette Porter was enough to last a lifetime, but it was not over there. Not by a long shot.  Later she was forced to sit down to lunch and be rebuked and reduced by her mother in front of her children and a delighted Winnie. Later in the evening she had the doubtful pleasure to learn that even her own mother preferred Bette Porters company to her own daughters. Why should she be surprised, really? She knew she was not the child Peggy Peabody wanted.