Bette wonders if they are going to have ***** again, it’s already been a few hours but she wants more. It was like a big hole was being filled up, but not really being filled..just
blown into, just bloating up. Kirsten lays on her back hoping Bette won’t ask her what she’s been asking for the past hours with her body…but no one speaks and the sunlight just
pours in reminding them that a new day has begun. It has been a night of sweat, skin, and whispering…Bette only feels a little bit guilty. But lying there right now she turns on her side away from
Kirsten to get a few winks before getting up when it happens, her thoughts inadvertly go to Tina…and….and she has a breif moment of forgetting how her face looks like. She is horrified,
she closes her eyes and thankfully T’s face appears, clearer than ever. However it rattles Bette to the bone. Moving upwwards so she is sitting she wonders what she has been doing. she
should be with Angelica, that’s where she should be. Her daughter had reassured Bette that she was going to be fine, spending a night alone at home was like heaven-sent news for her..
Angie spent the night eating all the junk food in the house and watching TV and throwing up in the bathroom. Bette glances at Kirsten who with both eyes closed lies with her hands behind
her head resting. Bette gets up naked and goes into the bathroom, closing the door quietly. The shower is lukewarm, the water nice against her slightly red warm skin..Bette washes her
hair with Kirsten’s apple shampoo and cinnamin conditioner, scrubs her body with herbal body wash. Kirsten’s bathroom is small but immaculate. Bette steps out on the fuzzy mat and opens
the mirror, she has stashed toiletries for efficiency..it feels like a step…but it goes unmentioned..there a lot of things her and Kirsten don’t talk about. But for now it seems comfortable and
Bette is willing to leave it at that. After drying and primping herself up, putting on honeysuckle deodorant and just a little splash of perfume Bette opens the bathroom door. she is
greeted with a made bed. Kirsten had gotten up after Bette went into the bathroom and made the bed turned off the lights cleaned up a bit and left the room. Bette at first felt
insulted, it was as if Kisten had erased. she didn’t know it was only because Kirsten had for years lived alone. She was in the kitchen, taking down the cereal box and eating the flakes
when Bette came in the kitchen…Kirsten kissed her lightly and both sat down at the table. “I should get home to Angie….”  Kirsten chuckled a bit..”she’s sound asleep”   Bette frowned..”and
how would you know?”    “cuz this is only the second time you left her home alone overnight, chances are she was awake all night”  “then i really should get home”  Kirsten shrugged…this
only enflamed Bette more…she didn’t like Kirsten’s nonchalant attitude sometimes…even though her observations were more often than not lucrative and precise. Bette struggled
to get  over this first shot of annoyance, why did she feel this? Only  a half hour ago she was biting the pillow as Kirsten worked her magic on her. But she was only dwelling on this for a
few minutes cuz Kirsten interrupted her thoughts with an out-of-the blue suggestion…”do you think it about attending a group meeting for windows? just once, maybe you’ll find
something?”  Bette just stared at her.