“Well this is it”

 Bette stepped into Angie’s new basement suite, she had recently moved in with her new boyfriend. Bette had yet to meet him though. The living was the first thing, after a brief mat to put shoes
on. The room was spacious, the walls a plain white but it did give off a sense of freshness. Of newness. Connected to the living room was a threshold that led to the kitchen, a long sort
with the same white furnishing. The bathroom was on the right and a tiny space for the table on the left. Beside the space for the table, on the left, was a door that opened to the only
bedroom, a good-sized room that had enough space for a bed, drawers, desk, tv….whatever. Boxes were everywhere so bette did not get a good idea on how she wanted her place
to look like. The whole time Angie had not said anything, instead she followed Bette on her heels while she walked around the house. When Bette turned around and gave her seal of
approval she saw Angie sigh and her shoulders brighten with relief. Bette saw how much her opinion  actually mattered to her.

 In that moment an aching feeling of affection surged through
her like a wave and Bette asked what plans did Angie have for the house. It was like letting loose a dam…the words just poured out of her daughter. “Well first i want to paint
these walls a different color, the people upstairs said i could…im thinking something fresh or something, then of course i have to put art up everywhere… i want most of the walls
completely covered..our room is gonna be covered in posters…and photography definetly….and i want the sofa to be here and there an armchair, and here a computer…David’s
computer…and im gonna learn how to cook in THIS kitchen….of course ill need advice from u on the art…yes”  Bette was thrilled at seeing Angie so…relaxed. It had been so long since she
had seen that. And they were actually treating each other right. Of course part of it had to do with the fact that they were no longer living under the same roof.

 There was just too much ***** tension.

 And there was the Fleur question. After the horrible tantrum fleur had thrown Angelica had just given up and started crying. It was too much for her. It was like a little demon
that fleur had become. Fortunetly Fleur had been disturbed by Angie’s sudden burst of emotion and felt her insides melt. Only a four-year old could switch emotions like that. Fleur
immediantly hugged Angie, who was crying with her arms crossed and on the floor, and wiped her tears away. she talked in baby talk Angie couldn’t understand then went away to the kitchen where
she opened the fridge and took out a banana and came to Angie. She peeled it then stuck in front of Angie’s mouth, cooing her to take a bite. Angie did and their relationship changed.

 Fleur obeyed angie more after that. Though it wasn’t truly in the way she obeyed Bette…angie want Fleur to love her like Bette. She knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime
soon so Angie devoted herself to the ordinary things. Doing things that were a part of Fleur’s routine…..this was going well…and it wasn’t long until Angie was tucking Fleur in bed
and helping her brush her teeth. The move obviously disrupted things….but it would go back to normal. Maybe Angie could even sleepover…

 Bette meanwhile was discovering the joy of a very slow courtship…even though it was supposed to be friendship. They both treated it as such. But Bette felt things brew
and burn and glow. She loved it. She hadn’t had such a frienship/courtship…since Tina.

 At night. Every night when Bette was in bed…she waited for Vaila’s call, on every other night she called Vaila. It was like their nightly ritual. And what did they talk about?
Everything. everything that friends talked about. About aspirations, about children, about the latest books, about art, about politics, about how much they wanted to cut bush’s ***** off and stuff it
up his *****, about the new neighbour, about how difficult kids were, about how talking on the phone everynight was so incredibly *****.