“I’LL go with you,” Sabrina said.

“No need, I’ve got it,” Bettie responded, letting out a hiccup, and staggered off to the restroom.

Lance, facing away from the bathroom door, was gazing out the window.

The sound of footsteps made him turn. The Light reflecting off his glasses momentarily blinded. “Bettie.”

“Enjoying the aroma here, are we?” Bettie mocked.

She had always been mean.

He moved closer and

in catching up with you!” Bettie went straight

seeking clarity. “So, I’m just

that he had heard her

wrist free, Bettie

off briskly, giving him no

steps were unsteady, making her wobble

intently on her behind his

she cornered him in a hallway and confessed, “Lance, I’m

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