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    Dance With Us 18

    Papi (carrying Angie in): Here’s the little angel all ready for school.

    Dylan (stumbling out): Good morning Angel (kissing Angie grabbing a mug for coffee.)

    Angie (eating her fruit): Miss momma (her aunts had told her, her Momma B was sick; pouting.)

    Kit (walking in): I miss her too but after school you’ll get to see her and that will make her feel so much better.

    Angie (finishing her breakfast): Momma T sick too…

    Kit (fighting tears): Yes baby but she’ll feel really better if you got to school and get an A today.

    Angie (getting up): Okay (dashing off to find her Momma T and crawling in beside her) love you. I go to school now with Aunt Papi…

    Tina (rolling over and sitting up; she pulled Angie in her arms): I love you so very much Angie. (Holding her tight trying not to cry, reminding herself she needed to be strong for their daughter.)

    Angie (hugging back as tight as she could): Love you too.
    Cedar Sinai Hospital
    Peggy (walking in): Bette (she saw the machines and heard the beeps and the hissing) honey (brushing the hair off her forehead) I’m her things will be all right.

    Bette opening her eyes, weakly she reached for Peggy and Peggy held her hand. For a moment she closed her eyes soaking in the sole source of comfort.

    Bette (weakly): When…

    Peggy (motioning): Early this morning (seeing Bette’s anxiousness) relax these two are here to document your injuries. Rest nothing is going to happen to you.

    Bette (nodding): What’s wrong with me?

    Peggy (reading the medical chart): Let’s see concussion, ten stitches to the back of your head, twelve stitches to your face; numerous stitches in your shoulder and your chest. A nicked left lung and two broken fingers. You fought didn’t you (trying to hide the smile of pride?)

    Bette (nodding): She shot me once in the shoulder and I tried to get the gun away from her. The second time she shot me was as I was falling and it hit me at an odd angle and I know my head and my face hit something on the way down. I’m not sure my head’s still fuzzy.

    Comments

    1. Sorry about your losses. I hope you are well and everything will be better for you soon. Thank you for sharing this story with us. Hope Bette gets well soon.

    2. Sorry for your losses. I hope you begin to feel better. Thanks for bringing this story back. I was just re-reading this story this past week and was hoping it would be brought back soon. So glad to see it here tonight! PPS!

    3. Sorry to heard about your loss and hope everything gonna be ok and god bless you and your family. That was good and hope Bette get well soon. Glad to catch up with your story and love it, can’t wait to see more, thanks!

    4. So sorry to hear what you’ve gone through. Happy to see this story back. Hope you feel up to posting more, but understand if you can’t right now. Take care.

    5. I had almost forgotten about this one, can justice please be served on this bitch before one of the girls does something that lands them where she should have been a long time ago. Having her harassed and beaten up by other prisoners for several months before being shanked seems fitting to me. So sorry to hear of your loss and illness. If you can PPVS

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