Something changed soon as they left the house for their appointment. A connection…their connection…so tentatively woven felt strained, maybe even broken. Bette should
never had told Angelica about where they were going, to the appointment, she should have sprung it up on her when they actually got there. Cuz Bette and Angelica knew where they
were going, to a therapist because they could not communicate properly in “real life”. The connection was not forgotten, years later Angelica will always remember that one moment
when Bette was completely open, telling the story of the stone…only then Angie knew the depth of the love between her two moms. It was to be the only moment when Bette’s guard was utterly
gone. Other moments, in the future, were open but not without certain cautions. But after that perfect moment of a ‘beginning’, the looming therapy seemed to make both persons
ashamed that they could manage that perfect “connection”…then tarnish it by going to a specialist to help them communicate. It was ironic and Angie actually thought it was a bit
funny, but she could tell Bette didn’t think it was. Her mom sat in her seat driving the vehicle with two hands looking very quiet, quietly apprahensive about the near future. Like doing
this step was somehow affirming she was a ‘bad’ mother.

 Their therapist was a depply tanned man with slicked back hair and a rarely seen smile, something that made Bette feel more at ease. In times of stress she
never liked people who smiled too much. Angelica settled herself on the sofa, a pale peachy coloured on with two magenta pillows..Angie held one in her lap, playing with the tassles.
Bette sat on a small armchair coloured deep purple and crossed her legs. she made sure she dressed with respect but knowingly with a power vibe in mind. She came with an open and willing
mind, a tleast in Bette’s view, and wanted the first session over with so she could think about the next step. The man, Hector, produced a brown clipboard with notepaper clipped on it,
resting on top of theese papers on the clipboard, was a folder with papers in it. A file on the inofrmation of his two newest clielnts. After the preliminary chatting, the easing of the clients
so they didn’t sit so straight, and opening the conversation easily…though he found Bette a little stiff….Hector went to business. He had no intention of wasting either of their time. So
he started with the obvious, the basis of the reason why mother and daughter could not communicate daily in a healthy and honest manner. The basis was the deceased in question…one
Tina Kennard. Hector opened his mouth, and in his deep calming voice voiced the starting point….”I think, the most important issue we need to address first is the impact Tina’s passing
away has had on you both…how it affects your lives personally and how it changes or not changes the relationship you have with each other as mother and daughter….today, all
we are going to do is here Angelica speak, how her mother’s passing away has affected her life….and i want you, Bette, i want you to listen very carefully…and maybe see if she
is feeling any feelings you are experiencing…and then i want you Bette to speak about how Tina’s passing away affected your life and Angelica, i want you to listen carefully and see
any simliarities to how you are feeling ok?”