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Chapter 4: Tina’s Turmoil
Bette was driving Angie to the airport and her daughter was not in a good mood. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Bette had struggled to get her out of bed. Into the shower. “Double check your luggage. Eat that English Muffin please. All of it. Drink some juice. Make sure you have your passport. Brush your teeth.” Teeth, yes, it had been like pulling teeth. Very sad, very angry, very obstinate teeth.
Shane sat back eating her Captain Crunch cereal and watched while Bette quietly listened to the endless list of reasons why life was so unfair to her daughter. But embedded in her teenage tirade were some very serious and heartbreaking statements. “Why can’t Mama Tee just come here? I don’t want to be away from you. It’s not fair!” Angie then began a full-blown blitz.
“I don’t like Carrie, mom. I don’t. I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to say that. But you have no idea. She’s just too gruff, too abrasive. And yes, mom, I looked it up. It’s totally the right word. Can’t you just put a stop to it! Why can’t you fix it? Just go get Mama Tee and make her come back to us! And oh my God, mom, I really have to go back there for Thanksgiving? I want to be home with you and Uncle Shane and Maya. I’m going to miss Jordi. What if you fall in love while I’m gone? I really like Maya, mom. A lot. And I’ll miss Buddy.”
Angie was getting more and more upset. Go get Tina cave man style then – wait – no – be with Maya. “It totally sucks! I mean sucks!!!!!” Angie got on her knees and began to stroke and hug Buddy. Bette looked at her daughter, took a very deep breath and whispered: “Angelica Porter Kennard. Love of my life. Language. Please.” “Good luck,” Shane mouthed at Bette. “Bye Ang, have fun. Tell your mom hi from me, okay?” Angie sadly nodded. She was losing this battle. “Taking Buddy for a walk.” Shane kissed Angie on the top of the head. “Love you. You be cool.”
Mother and disgruntled daughter finally made it into the car. Bette looked over at a seriously pouting and sullen Angie. “Maybe you should have done the boxing that your Uncle Shane recommended. Gotten some of your frustration out.” Angie instantly perked up. “I agree. I should. I can do that today and fly out tomorrow or the next day.”