Pulling into Bette and Tinas driveway Alice gets out of the car and rings there doorbell. Both Bette and Tina greet her. Bette wanted to ask Alice about Clea but after getting dirty looks from Tina she decided to just bite her tongue.

“Hey where’s Angelica?”

“Upstairs in her room.”

“Okay thanks.”

Alice heads up the steps to Angelicas bedroom when she gets to the door she knocks softly.

“It’s open.”

“Hey.”

Angelica turns around to see Alice standing in the doorway to her room.

Hey, “Angelica says dryly.

“Uhmmm I know things have been tense with us and I just wanted to know do you want to hangout we haven’t spent anytime which other in a while.”

”Naw, I’m good”, Angelica coldly replied.

”Uhmmm, well okay whenever you want to hangout just let me know it feels like I haven’t spent time with you in forever and I know it’s my fault I’m really sorry for everything.”

Everything Alice had just said fell on deaf ears. Angie was upset, irritated, and frustrated she continued to pack her overnight bag hoping Alice would get the hint that she didn’t want to be bothered and leave her alone.

Sensing that Angelica wasn’t ready to forgive her Alice wanted to break the tension so she tried to change the subject.

”So I see your packing are you going to a sleep over?”

Angie not making any eye contact with Alice continues to pack her things silently. After putting her tooth brush, hair brush, and Noxzema in her bag she zips it up and heads out her bedroom door without saying a word to Alice.

”Angelica”, Alice calls after her.

Angelica continued down the stairs ignoring Alices pleas.

”Angelica please…..will you please stop”, Alice yells at the top of her lungs getting Tina and Bettes attention.

Angelica reaches the last step of the staircase and upon hearing her name stops directly in front of the door. Tina and Bette emerge from the living room to see what is going on.

”Angelica please stop”, Alice painfully request.

With her back towards Alice and not acknowledging her parents Angelica stands in the door way. She can’t move she is emotionally stucked and drained. The overnight bag she draped over her left shoulder she clutches it in her hand gripping the straps as tight as she could. She is about to boil over and one of the few people in the world she loved and genuinely respected was the direct target of her wrath.