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    This is My Family..Chapter 70

    Story written on August 17, 2005 by cassandra_b.
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    Three years later: Bette raises her grandchild and while Angelica manages to fuck things up she decides to go back home…to Bette.

     Bette called her granddaughter “the Pillager”. It was her last name but the little fiend was such a curious and hyper child that the it was perfect for her. The child knew when Bette was being serious when her “Na” called her ‘Fleur’. It had been three years since Angie dropped her baby in Bette’s house…since then Bette had taken care of Fleur, raising her to hold a spoon, to use the potty then toilet, to say the alphabet and to write her name, the numbers, and small sentences etc. Fleur had grown to be a beautful three-year old, all the women and even the men on Bette’s street would stop on the sidewalk and talk to ‘the Pillager’. Sometimes Fleur said stuff that embarressed Bette, just for it’s directness. One time they were taking their evening walk around the neighbourhood and on old woman bent down to say helloe to Fleur, the kid stared at the old woman then said loudly “you smell like turnips”. Fleur was astonishingly smart. Astonishingly. Bette would spend evenings with her reading books and teaching her about art, they would flip tthrough books with colourplates of Picasso or Velasquez’s work. Since Bette was retired and Fleur was not starting kindergarting till she was five….gran and grandchild spent their days together. Fleur even slept with Bette, like her mother Angelica..Fleur had constant nightmares. She would sleep with Bette under their big covers, though in the morning she would somehow end up at the bottom of the bed. As for her nightmares…the only thing Fleur would say about it was that it involved ‘the lake man’.

     Often Kit would come by when she was in LA. Kit would bring gifts for little Fleur but Bette raised her well…Fleur would say her pleases and thank-yous. The kid was very shy but not afraid to speak. Kit would come in bearing gifts saying..”Where’s the Pillager?” And Fleur would come running out holding her teddy yelling out for her great-aunt whome she called ‘Kitty’. Bette enjoyed her so much…she wanted to home-school her, but was still researching the pros and cons. Bette felt like she was given a second chance. But it all didn’t erase the fact that her own daughter was somewhere out there. The postcards had thinned to each week to each month…now it was every couple of months. All bearing the same message. The stamps said New York, Seattle, New jersey, everywhere. Her daughter was 18 now and Bette wondered how she was doing. Her heart ached everyday for her….Bette was so afraid for her…her daughter must have changed, must have hardened. A fourteen-year old does not run away from home and not harden.

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    2. Sometimes this story has been very hard to read, but always compeling. This was a touching chapter, I hope Angie is ready to go back to Bette and Fleur. Thanks.

    3. Great chapter. I’m glad Angie decided to go home…I just hope she’s ready to settle and make amends. I think of this story often and I sometimes wonder what Tina would think if she could see the life her daughter has lead. It’s a life so different from her own…how could this child come from her. It’s strange how we mature as humans….so alike to our parents yet so different.

    5. Mom,I think I should go back now. How so very sad. ThankGod that Bette was willing to take the baby and love her so much. It would be like having a small Piece of Tina all the time. She go a second chace with the baby, Now maybe she can get one with Angie. thanks

    6. So often this story raises for me memories that have lain dormant. I remember my mother, like Bette, so hard through most of her life, her carapace of sorrow pierced by the presence of a little granddaughter. They went for walks and slept together. It was a miracle to see her soften. Thanks for reminding me…

    8. CASSANDRA YOU ARE SUCH A WONDERFUL WRITTER.I so look forward to your chapters.I am glad that Angelica has come to her senses to go back and hopefully work things out.It’s not easy but LOVE for your family can be really STRONG if you just talk and work things out….

    9. CASSANDRA YOU ARE SUCH A WONDERFUL WRITTER.I so look forward to your chapters.I am glad that Angelica has come to her senses to go back and hopefully work things out.It’s not easy but LOVE for your family can be really STRONG if you just talk and work things out….

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