West Hollywood, California

The Planet

9 AM, Sunday

"So, it’s official." Bette said, walking in with Kit, Angelica, and her new sister, Megan. She was approaching Alice, Shane, Helena, Shay, Jenny, and Max, who were enjoying a Sunday breakfast.

"Yay!" Alice shouted, "So, this is the new Porter woman?"

"Yes. Everybody, this Megan Porter, she’s seventeen. Megan, this is Alice Pieszecki, Shane and Shay McCutcheon, Jenny Schecter, Helena Peabody, and Max Sweeny."

"Hi." She said, shyly. Normally she wouldn’t be so shy, but it was something about being brought into this fold, this complicated and intense group of women. Something that made her feel like she wasn’t worthy of this. The girls said assorted hellos and Megan took a seat.

"I’m gonna go with Kit to get some food," Bette started, "You want anything, Megan?" She handed Angelica, who was already becoming fond of her new auntie.

She’s like Mama B, only with more energy. Fun!

Angelica thought as she bounced in the lap of Megan.

"Yeah….got some blueberry muffins?"

"Coming right up." Kit smiled.

They watched the elder Porter sisters walk off and stared at Megan. It was uncanny, really. Megan looked like, if it were possible, what would come from mixing Bette and Kit in a pot. She was the blend of both sisters.

"So, Megan," Alice started, "Where are you from?"

"South Philly."

"Are you staying with Bette now?"

"Yeah. I’m staying in her spare bedroom. Its more comfortable than my old apartment." Kit and Bette returned with breakfast for themselves and Angelica and Megan.

"Wow." Helena smiled, "Just when I thought the Porters were finished, we add another one to the mix." Bette, Kit, Megan, and even Angelica smiled, "And those smiles will be the death of me."

Bette couldn’t help it. Her face was on fire and she knew it was showing. She diverted her attention, quickly staring at her shoe. All this shameless flirting was going to take its toll on her. She wasn’t used to be single. Flirting used to come natural to her when she was in her twenties, but her 40th birthday was rapidly approaching and she had spent the past nine years of her life in a relationship.

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4 PM, Bette’s House

Megan was playing with Angelica on her lap. She could totally get used to this. She liked knowing that she was a part of something. Angelica had started calling her "Meggie." She liked that too. Her sisters were really cool, though she didn’t know too much about them, and the ladies (and gentleman) that were a part of the West Hollywood group were nice. She never expected to be so cool about the alternative lifestyles, but she was fine with it. She never considered herself exclusively gay or straight, just like she wasn’t exclusively Puerto Rican or Black. Only thing she knew for sure was that she was female. Bette was busying herself, packing Angelica’s things. Angie was going to stay with her Mama T for a couple days. There was a knock at the door.