Angelica was wrong when she thought she could handle a baby. Fleur just cried shat pissed ate and slept. Her schedule was so erratic Angie was forced to not go to work, her roomates picked up the slack. They suddenly loved Angelica…more like loved her baby. Fleur really was adorable though. She was so small…so beautiful. Angie loved her so much but felt so overwhelmed she wanted to scream. It was a month after she gave birth and she felt like a slump was coming on. Nothing seemed apppealing anymore, she lost interest in food TV books everything. Her schedule was like Fleur’s….she slept when her baby did and everything. People didn’t interest her nothing nothing nothing. And the weird thing was…she loved Fleur…but liked the fantasy of her, she loved the baby as a whole as a human being…but it just wasn’t what she thought it would be. To the truth you see… was that Angie was suffering from Post-partum depression, and it was particularly nasty for her age. Angelica had been through so much in the last two years that having a baby was like the cherry on one big ***** pile.

 One night, when no one was home except her and Fleur, Angelica looked into the mirror really hard. She saw her face becoming skinnier, saw the bags, saw her collarbone stick out from her shirt…saw the tiredness. she couldn’t take it anymore…Angie wanted to go out and have fun and have friends…she didn’t want to stay home all day changing ***** diapers and feeling like ***** herself. though she loved Fleur so much that was exactly the point, she couldn’t do this to her. Angelica couldn’t do this to Fleur anymore…it wasn’t fair. Everyday the urge to leave became stronger…she couldn’t handle this bundle of baby..her love. Angie’s love wasn’t enough. Looking in the mirror Angelica realized she was dying.

That was when Angelica decided to go back to Bette.

 Bette was organizing her bookshelf when there was a knock on the door. She put the book she was holding onto the shelf and walked to the door, she was wearing a black blouse and dark red pants, just casual but still nice. Bette never lost her style. She looked through the peephole…it was Arthur…her old man friend. Bette felt unusually happy to see him. She had no sexual or romantic attraction to him at all, but his company somehow complimented her…somehow made her feel like she was appreciated. Bette didn’t understand it and didn’t bother to try understand it, she was tired of analyzing things enough as it was. She opened the door and greeted him, he was wearing a grey suit and held a cloth bag in his right hand. Bette invited him in and offered to boil water for tea…Arthur graciously accepted and placed his bag on the table. Bette went back into the dining room after putting the kettle on and sat down with Arthur. “what have you got in the bag?”  Arthur grinned and then took out a couple of books. Bette’s eyes popped wide open…there were very rare prints from an obscure artist Bette was researching on. Arthur passed them over to her and quietly looked happy. Bette pored over them complimenting arthur and thinking him..”where on earth did u find them?”  Arthur cleared his voice…”was browsing at a yard sale and they had them at two bucks each…had to get it for oyu” Bette gaped…”two bucks!!” She grinned and opened and flipped through them. The kettle squealed that the water was boiling and she got up to make tea.