���� "What!"� Kaycee shrieked.� Standing still, she faced Brenda on the pier of the oceanfront restaurant not caring if anyone heard her or not. ��
���� "What the fuck are you talking about Brenda?"
���� "Please Kaycee, calm down," she begged, "Let's go back to my house so we can talk about this rationally."
���� "Calm down," Kaycee sneered, "You expect me to fucking calm down!"
���� "Please Kaycee…here is not the place."�
���� Brenda could see that the few remaining patrons occupying tables were starting to turn their heads in the direction of the commotion.� She couldn't help but wonder when security would arrive and escort them out.�
���� But, by the way Kaycee was ranting and raving she figured they would probably just call the police instead and then both of them would both be escorted to jail for causing a public disturbance.
���� "Please…" she reached out to Kaycee only to have her arm knocked away with force.�
���� "You don't understand."�
���� "What don't I understand Brenda?"� She said sarcastically.� "Let me guess, it burned down while I was gone.� Or no…better yet, it was blown to smithereens in an explosion.� Is that it Brenda?� Come on dammit, help me understand!"
���� "It was nothing like that."� Brenda whispered.
���� "Is something wrong?"� Startled, Brenda twirled around only to face the burly security guard standing in front of her.
���� "I'm sorry…" she tried to explain, "My friend has been gone for awhile.� She just returned today and found out that her house was gone."
���� "Take it somewhere else."� He demanded.� "You're disrupting business."
���� "What business?"� She wanted to say, but didn't.�
���� She looked around, and besides herself and Kaycee, there were only three other tables that were currently occupied.� Two were watching the disruption totally enthralled, while the other was pretending to mind their own business, drinking cocktails.� She wanted to reach up and smack the inconsiderate bastard right across the face.
���� "We were just leaving."� She said.
���� She turned back to Kaycee and could clearly see she was starting to fall apart.� Her eyes were bloodshot, and a steady stream of tears dripped off her face to the wooden floor below.� Her hands were noticeably shaking and her chest was beginning to shudder.
���� Dear God, let me get her out of here.� She silently prayed.
���� "Come on Kaycee, we need to go."
���� "So what was it like?"� Kaycee asked dryly, ignoring Brenda's urgency and the hulking security guard.
���� "I'm sorry Kaycee."
���� "Sorry about what?"
���� "I had to sell your house."� She had said it so quietly she wondered if Kaycee had even heard her.
���� "Excuse me," Kaycee shuddered, "You…you what?"
���� "I said I had to sell your house."� Brenda repeated.
���� "I heard what you said; I just can't believe you said it."
���� It had seemed like time had stopped before Kaycee finally managed to say, "Go to hell Brenda!"� She shoved passed her, nearly knocking her over and walked away from the Crab Shack.
���� "Kaycee wait!"� Brenda hurried past the incredible hulk and ran after her best friend.
���� "Kaycee…please, stop and let me explain!"
���� "Leave me alone!"�
���� Brenda stopped at her car knowing there was no use chasing after her.
���� "Fine then," she yelled after her, "where in the hell do you think you're going to go Kaycee?� Other than my house, you have no place."�
���� Knowing it was true, the vicious words brought Kaycee to a screeching halt.� Silent and out of breath, tears uncontrollable, she unhurriedly walked backed to Brenda's car.� She opened the passenger side door and without uttering a single word, climbed in and slammed the door shut.
���� The two hour drive back to Brenda's house had been driven in silence.� She had known that Kaycee would react this way.� Then again, who could blame her?� Not only had she lost her business and entire family, she thought, but I sold her house out from under her. �She knew she would want an explanation, and soon.� She only hoped she could come up with one that was believable.
���� After Brenda parked her car under the carport she turned to Kaycee.
���� "Come on, let's go inside.� I'll put on a pot of coffee."
���� Without saying a word, Kaycee opened the car door and stepped out into the warmth.� Brenda followed.
� ���Once they were both inside the house, Brenda put on a pot of coffee as promised, keeping her back to Kaycee.
���� "Vodka on the rocks."
���� "Excuse me?"� Stunned, Brenda turned around.
���� "I said I want vodka on the rocks.� You do have vodka don't you?� I mean that is your drink of choice isn't it?"
���� "Sure."� She said, almost in a whisper.
���� She removed a goblet from the cabinet, filled it with ice then added vodka.� She set it on the table in front of Kaycee, and then helped herself to a one even though it was still too early in the day.� Other than the rattling of the air conditioner and ticking of a nearby clock, the house was quiet.� She took a seat at the kitchen table across from Kaycee, took a generous drink and finally broke the silence.
���� "Kaycee, you need to let me explain."� Ignoring her, Kaycee removed a small container from her purse, twisted the lid off and shook two of the small yellow pills into her palm and deposited them into her mouth.� She took a drink of vodka and swallowed.�
���� Unable to speak, Brenda watched in sorrow.
���� "You gave me the legal rights to your house when you admitted yourself to Whispering Pines," Brenda took another drink and continued, "you told me to do what I felt was necessary.� Jimmy and I talked about it for months before deciding on anything and after a while we decided it was in your best interest to sell.� Kaycee, you're my best friend and I didn't think you would be able to handle living there alone.� I was afraid for you.� I didn't want to see you destroyed by the memories.� So much has happened there Kaycee, so much sadness.� Dammit I love you and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I just couldn't bear it if something happened to you too.� So, I sold it."
���� "Call me a cab please."
���� "What?"� Brenda slammed her fist on the table.� "Didn't you listen to a word I said?"
���� "I listened and now I'm leaving."� The pills were starting to take effect blurring her vision. Ignoring the sudden impact she drank the rest of her vodka and then set the glass back on the table.
���� "Where are you going to go?"
���� "I'll stay in a hotel for tonight."� She slurred.
���� "And then what?"�
���� "Just call me a cab please."� Knowing it was useless to try to convince her to stay; Brenda reached for the phone and dialed.