As she headed towards Bette, Jack made a bee-line for the older Porter, with ‘Saturday’ on his side.

“Why hello there long time no see!”

Kit let out a fake chuckle. “Just as well.”

She knew Jack from his ‘business’ trips to LA where he often frequented the café that she ran, probably trying to fulfill one of his male fantasies about lesbians. The guy was incorrigible—he pretty much hit on everything that moved. Small world.

“Hello…” she said, studying the girl by Jack’s side. “Won’t you introduce me to your lovely daughter Jack?”

“Daughter? Maybe for you… No, meet Saturday.”

“Saturday?”

“Yeah. Now I cannot remember so many names so I just name them after the day I meet them.”

“I see.” Kit wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Ready to go gorgeous,” Jack said turning to Saturday who linked her arms to him and fell in step.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“Oh, a very distant great-aunt.”

Kit put her hands on her hips and scowled. Oh that mofo was about to get his share of days.

Elsewhere…
“Hello Alice. Thanks for coming.” Eric leaned down and kissed Alice on both cheeks.

“Oh trust me, the pleasure is all mine. The 60s theme is such a great idea. Everything is just so beautiful.” Alice answered genuinely.

The hairs on Bette’s neck stood up, and she took down her scotch in two gulps.

“Oh nooo” boomed Jack from behind as he approached the two couples. He held out his hand to Alice, “you are beautiful my dear. I am Jack, Eric’s Dad, in every way.” He winked at Eric.

Bette stepped in front of Alice and took his hand. “Hello, I am her wife…in almost every way.”

“You really do look beautiful today Alice,” Eric said, ignoring Bette on purpose. “I really think we should have that affair,” he said jokingly, teasing Tina.

Tina rolled her eyes. Eric really did not know when to stop.

“Sure. I know for a fact that Bette won’t mind. She would just get an excuse to do the yelling and haggling that she usually does without cause.” Alice looked over at Bette affectionately and squeezed her hand.