“Hmm. I wonder….”  She said, sipping on her drink and kicking her
feet back to think and enjoy.

~*~*~*~*~*

            Shane sat on the bed, Bette was sitting next to her, a gentle hand
on Shane‘s thigh.  Shane‘s eyes were covered with patches and she was groping
for the fork that was at her left.

            “No to your left.”  Bette said, her patience wearing thin, this wasn’t her
thing, and she hated seeing Shane so defeated.  If
there was ever proof to be found that Steven Jaffe was behind this, she was personally
going to hire that gun toting Latina artist from the alley to wax his ***** for
her.

            “Dude, I’m trying!”  Shane said and Dana walked in, and she said in a very calm voice, worthy
of a teacher.

            “Think of the plate like a
clock Shane, your fork is at 9 o’clock.”  Dana said knowingly and Shane moved her head around, hating that she
couldn’t see, frustrated at the darkness.  She felt cold and alone, not an unfamiliar
feeling, but in this context, it was that much more solitary.

            “Oh, cool.”  Shane reached over, her fingers dipped into the mashed
potatoes, and she licked them clean.  Making Bette laugh a bit, and she then blinked away
the tears, knowing that this was now the existence that Shane was condemned too.

            “I give up.”  She said, moving her fingers to the mashed
potatoes and using her fingers to scoop them up, she stuffed them into her
mouth, a drop of gravy on her chin and Shane could have cared less.  Dana laughed, she went over and put the fork in Shane‘s nimble fingers. Shane felt weak, and helpless, but accepted
the help from her friend.

            “Ok, start fresh.”  Dana moved the plate round, and fixed the coffee cup, and
spoon at Shane‘s left.  “Your turkey is at 3 o’clock.  Your
potatoes are at 9 o’clock, something that resembles green beans are at 6 o’clock and at noon you have a slice of buttered bread.”  Dana said easily and Bette stared at her, open mouthed.

            “Where did you put the real Dana Fairbanks?  Is
she coming later?”  Bette asked and Dana had a very serious look on her face.  Bette leaned back, not wanting to incur this woman’s wrath.
 She felt segregated from her friends
since Tina‘s been gone, she realized that much of
the time, it was Tina that kept her cemented in the group.