“Hello?”

            “Hi Charlotte. It is Alice.”

            “Hey, I’m glad that you called. I want to apologize for last night. I snapped at you unnecessarily. I was upset with Georgia and took it out on you.”

            “I was calling to beg your forgiveness. I should have known it was the wrong time to bring up the past, obviously a lot happened and you are trying to move past it. I have the bad habit of not thinking before I open my mouth.”

            “You are dieing to know all about it, aren’t you?”

            “Only if you want to tell me,” Alice was hoping like ***** that wasn’t too transparent.

            Charlotte laughs into the phone.

            “I am glad that you can laugh at me. If you are mad at me who am I going to randomly burst out into song with?”

            “I’m not mad at you, I never was. I just got a little over-whelmed last night. What with Georgia and I should be able to talk about it, it has been two years. My life sort of fell apart, that is why I feel the need to stick by Bette. I understand what it is to have your life disintegrate on you.” Charlotte takes a cleansing breathe before diving in. “We moved here because Georgia got a promotion. It was more money and more power. She always strives to be the best, sometimes to the determent of herself or others. I really didn’t want to move. I had a great job. I wasn’t making as much money as Georgia wanted me to be making but I loved it. That job was one of the most rewarding things I have ever done.

            However, Georgia really wanted this job. So I left the people and the practice I loved because I loved her. She was coming out here no matter what and I couldn’t imagine my life without her, ironic no? She convinced me to start a practice out here. It being LA I ended up doing face lifts, ***** and liposuction. I had gone from doing skin grafts on burn victims to facelifts on ageing starlets. It was a big adjustment.

            We decided to start a family, Georgia loved her job, and my practice was booming. It all seemed good. After three years here LA was taking its toll on me. I woke up one morning to relies the only thing that I took pleasure from was my daughter. I hated the superficialness of my work. Georgia lust for money and stature was growing worse, or maybe I was noticing it more. She wanted us to appear to be the perfect little family. We didn’t want the same things anymore. I wanted to be happy and she wanted the world to think we were. I started to have doubts as to whether I had ever known her. It felt like I was sleeping with a stranger. A stranger that had pushed me into a life style I didn’t like.