This time Bette knew exactly what to do. Finally, she had purpose…she had something to strive for. Bette was the kind of person where a goal was needed to be clear and precise.
Something tangible. Healing was tangible, helping her daughter was tangible. It was what Tina would have wanted. Angelica looked tired, but perky enough to drown her cereal with
strawberries. Bette sat down at the oak table balancing her own cereal and a cup of juice. The sun was climbing and the coolness of morning was slowly giving away to heat and light.
Angelica was starting school in a few days…no matter, this needed to be done. So Bette dipped her silverspoon into the bowl and savored the satisfying crunch of just-pured cereal, the
crackle of flakes. Bette didn’t put any strawberries on hers, she didn’t like that weird combination of fruit and flake. But Angelica did and Bette debated briefly whether she should wait until
Angelica was finished devouring her cereal like a hungry wolf. No…no matter what Bette had to say it now so it’s off her chest, on the table…the cards on the table so to speak. Bette
swallowed and let it out……”Angie i made an apointment with a family therapist this morning, we have it this afternoon, i think it’s best we go there and have a little help getting some things
off our chests…i have some things to say that i find difficult to say now, and im sure you do too…don’t you think it’s better we go about communicating the right way, when we find a rythym
or something we can stop going and talk to each other better…what do you think?”   Angelica was still chewing her cereal, Bete couldn’t decipher what her face was saying. Angie’s
jaw moved and the muscles moved until Angelica swallowed….needless to say it was excruciating. Then Angelica put down her spoon and leaned back on her chair. The sunlight rested
on her back till Angelica looked…angelic, Bette commentated in her mind it was quite a nice effect. Angelica cleared her throat….”i want to say some things first, maybe you can answer
them before the….session, we can have it if you want…..ummm….i lied when i said it was only emotional, with Lee, i mean….but we haven’t even talked to each other….and im not *****
or anything, i dont want to be *****…i like guys i love boys really, an dif the right boy came along i wont stop just because of some girl”   Bette just stared at her…..”umm  ok Angel” It
was obvious Angelica just had to get that off her chest, Bette had a retort for that spiel…but wait for the session, don’t make a scene…keep the stuff cool. Angelica opened her mouth
again…”and also….im angry at you for taking all my mom’s stuff and locking it ina  friggin room what was up with that? i loved her too and it would be nice to see those stuff sometimes
maybe i want some too, it’s like your so caught up in your grief you can’t see that i feel too…she was my mom…and also i try to curb my mood swings in order to not fight or for the
sake of other like you, so can you do the same?”  Angelica took a deep breath, boy that wsure took the wind out of her. Bette just stared at Angelica evenmore…it was obvious they had
some very significant things to talk about. Just thinking about it made Bette’s stomach weak. It really sucked. Counselling really sucked in her book. Bette remembered Tina taking them
to counselling all those years ago…Bette was such an unwilling participant they went nowhere, but this time Bette didn’t to do that. It was unfair to both of them.