It had been a couple of months since Helena’s release. She had kept her word in trying to implement programs for women who ran into trouble. It was amazing how difficult it was to receive help for such causes. You always had those who believed that they deserved what they got. It was a constant battle that she was determined to win.

 The months she had spent in prison had given her a different outlook on prison life, and the effects it has on the human psych. But she knew there had to be a way to improve the lives of these women, young and old alike. She felt if you didn’t start when there is a potential problem you left these women to their own vices as they became older and more desperate. With the contacts she had received from her mother she was well on her way too a good start. Now all she needed where her foot soldiers, to get out there and hit the pavement with her. That was the hard part. It was quite simple for her to talk her benefactors out of their money, but to get them to invest some of their personal time was a whole different story. But never the less she pushed on. And with the programs that the university offered it was a much needed boost that was needed to have a fighting chance.  She truly must thank Bette for lobbing to set aside these programs for the center. It gave her a ray of hope that some of these women would take full advantage of this opportunity and use it wisely.

  Who would have thought she of all people would look at the arts to help her in her plight for social change. But it must be true that art is the creation of what will become.

 But right now she had a dinner date with Peggy and didn’t want to be late. It seemed to be weekly occurrence that she and her mother would meet up for dinner. Something she wished had occurred years ago, but she was happy for the time they shared now. She took one last look at herself in the mirror to make sure everything was in place before she left her bedroom. She saw how much she had truly tone down in her appearance. Gone were the Armani’s and Versace’s suits replaced by the Banana’s Republic, stylish but less expensive. With just a touch of make up, her hair pulled back in a loose bun. She thought it complemented her outfit quite well. Dress in a black crochet top just stopping at the navel, showing enough skin to please the eyes. With taupe trouser that hung just below the waist made her legs look longer. Wearing 4 inch high strap sandal didn‘t hurt either. The one thing she would not compromise on and that was her shoes.  Now it was time to go meet mummy. Grabbing her clutch purse and jacket she made her way from her Haven Hurst condo to the indoor garage. Unlocking her car door she slid into the leather seat of her midnight blue 2008 Aura XR. No it wasn’t the type of car she was use to driving but she was determine to live a some what normal life. She drove out on to the boulevard heading in the direction to the restaurant. It was an unusual cool California night. The type of night it would be a pleasure to drive down the coast with that special someone. But now it was time to go eat.