Bette helped Tina set the table, angelica had refused to go out celebrating her first moon blood so
Tina cooked a special dinner and they all decided to eat in. It was cheaper and Bette had an aching headache
so it wasn’t bad. Bette had decided not scream to the world her kid was a woman now, though at that microsecond
before she wanted to click down the street and sing. She seemed to forget her own first period, waking
up in the middle of the night thighs soaked in red blood…thinking she was dying cuz her mother never told her
what every girl should know BEFORE their time comes. Settling down in the chair Bette yelled at Angelica, who was outside,
to get back in dinner was ready. Tina set the black forest chocolate cake in the center, they decided not to put
candles in cuz they didn’t want Angelica to associate her birthday with bleeding. In cam eangelica right when
Bette was gonna yell for her again. Bette looked at her again…Angelica was edgy. A little pale, Bette figured
it was the getting used to part…you know. angelica sat down slowly. Tina beamed and cut her a piece, forgoing the tradition
of eating the healthy food first. Bette looked a tAngelica again, she was a little quiet having not yet said a word.

 Angelica did not tell them that only minutes before coming in the house she caught Mr.Benson
staring at her again over the fence. Now Benson was a decent looking fellow…48, impeccable yard, impeccablely
dressed, a wife and one kid in harvard and onther in switzerland working for a big bank. Bette had respect for him becasue
he was always polite and helped her with legal matters sometimes, he was a lawyer see. a litigater no doubt. But Mr.Benson
was an interesting fellow a fellow with mnay sides like most people. He liked little girls, and sometimes boys. he had never
been to a kiddie ***** movie had never looked it up on the net ..no…mr. Benson liked his catch fresh and alive and in person.
mr. benson had molested several children as a scout leader years ago adn since then had not been able to
since. in his best dreams Mr. Benson imagined a a large dungen in his basement, filled with rooms that were then
filled with wallpaper…pink blue orange…and beds tons of beds and straps yes straps. Straps holding down
boys and girls with every hair on their body shaved, no head hair and cetainly no pubic hair…benson didnt like
prebuscent kiddies he liked the ones on the verge….like angelica. he imagined strapped children with broomsticks up
their every *****. he though this while gazing at beautful Angie…an angel. Angelica had gotten up from her
hammock and with arms folded stared at mr.Benson back. Benson nodded his head and said “evening…just
admiring your mother’s garden…do me a favor and ask her where she buys her topsoil” angelica moved away and stormed in
after Bette had called her.