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Patsy's heart pounded as she snuck out of her room – it was 4am but she was too scared to leave it any later. She fixed her oversized shirt as she tiptoed down the corridor. Back to her room at that moment in time her room felt like a lifetime away and the few steps seem to take hours, she pushed her slightly squeaking door open just enough for her to sneak in.

To her surprise Trixie was sat up, cigarette in hand tears rolling down her face "Why did you tell me Patsy?" Trixie asked, before taking another drag of her cigarette. Patsy's heart was now beating outside her chest; she was in so much panic and had even started to shake a little.

"Tell you what Trixie?"

"What you are." Trixie snapped back. Patsy didn't know what to respond. Did Trixie really know or was Patsy really over thinking it.

"Trixie I have no idea what you're on about!" Patsy responded now slightly flustered, but trying to seem calm and like she really didn't have a clue what Trixie was on about.

"I have just spent the last 2 hours trying to put together the pieces and they fit patsy - It all makes sense now, why you didn't like tom and why I have never seen you with a gentleman friend of any sort" Words flew from Trixie's mouth that she never thought she'd even think, let alone say out loud. She knew instantly from the look in Patsy's eyes that she was indeed correct.

"Trixie whatever your thinking your being crazy – its 4 o clock in the morning I went to the bath room now please can you let me sleep" Patsy while avoiding eye contact with her best friend walked over to her bed and got under the cold covers trying not to show how she really felt. Patsy felt Trixie's words echo throughout her body and she had denied it to her, the feeling of guilt pushed throughout her body.

Patsy didn't sleep a wink that night, and neither did Trixie they both just lay there, neither one of them wanting to say anything but both of them hurting. As they both lay there in there fake sleep they heard the first familiar rumbles of chaos from the kitchen letting both of them know their day had started. Trixie got up first avoiding looking at patsy or in her direction as she lay they're facing the wall aimlessly. Trixie not even saying good morning as she normally did when they were both on the same shifts just got on with her morning, Patsy didn't move a muscle until Trixie was firmly outside the bedroom. Patsy's usually orderly routine in the mornings when she was on district rounds passed in a blur, she was half way down the street before she even wanders if she has attached her bag to her bike, her brain was screaming to go back and tell Trixie the truth but her feet keeping peddling forwards, quicker then she normally does it with Barbra struggling to keep up. District rounds nearly killed Patsy, she wasn't in the mood to make small talk or talk to Barbra about how Trixie left in quick rush this morning and looked like she was about to cry. Patsy already felt bad enough about last night's events without Barbra making her feel any worse. Barbra didn't have a clue of last night's events she was just considered about Trixie and Patsy knew that deep down.

Patsy rushed in from district rounds and went to find Delia, she needed to feel safe again, she felt so lost and couldn't even tell Trixie the truth because the truth was a sin and Trixie seemed to be very disapproving last night. Because Patsy just wanted to show her love off to people but last night just showed her that she would never be able to do that, she is never going to be able to hold Delia's hand or kiss her in public, she didn't even want that she just didn't want to have to go to a little club in the middle of know where to dance with the person she loved. She was so very much in love yet no one was allowed to know. No one could know how happy she was because her happiness would cost her, her job and her home and possibly even her freedom.

After being unable to find Delia she confided to her own room hoping she would be able to gather up her through and avoid tears. Trixie knew how to keep a poker face all those years gambling with sweats against Jenny were about to pay off after all. So long as she appeared nonchalant, with no pinkness in her cheeks to betray her. No tears in her eye she needed to forget that last night had ever happened because it was a sin, if her hunch was correct then her best friend was a sinner. Patsy couldn't be a sinner!