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    Feelin’ The Same Way

    “It’s not that far away really, and just think about the kind of education I’ll get there.”

    When she says things like that it almost breaks my heart how much she is like Bette. The practical controlled nature of her decision making is in complete contrast to my own, let my heart decide, version of the same thing.

    “It is far away, especially when you could have gone to Berkeley.”

    “You only wanted me to go to Berkeley so that you could embarrass me in some San Francisco bar.”

    “You see right through me.” I laugh.

    “Don’t worry mom, I might be going to Yale, but no way am I becoming an Art History major.”

    “I knew those early viewing of Star Wars and pre-natal bursts of Pat Benetar would pay off at some point.”

    “Who’s Pat Benetar?” she asks, with mock innocence.

    “I’m not even going to dignify that question with a response.”

    “Seriously though, all that trying to find deeper meaning in some painting that a three year old could do. I don’t think so.”

    “Don’t let your mama hear you say that. In her book that’s something akin to heresy.”

    “What’s akin to heresy?” asks Bette, walking out into the garden.

    “Your daughter was just saying how much she didn’t want to become an Art History major.” I say, teasing Bette into a response.

    “Our daughter should choose the major that she thinks is best suited to her.” says Bette, smiling sweetly, not rising to the bait.

    I watch Bette as she sit down next to me, her shorts showing of her long toned legs. We both might be older now but I still get that unmistakable hitch in my breathing when I get to see that much of the Bette Porter skin. I lean into her and she puts her arm around, kissing me in my hair.

    “I love you.” she whispers.

    “I love you too.” I say in return, knowing that I am going to need this woman’s support over the next few days as I go through the process of letting my baby go.

    “So ma, are you going to miss me?” ask Angelica, already knowing the answer.

    “You know I am. Remind me again why I thought it was a good idea to let go so far away.”

    Comments

    1. ROFL This dialogue was too cute and funny! LOVED the tiff_duke “Chandelier” references too. I remember when I went off to college my mom said that when she and dad were driving back home it felt like I had died. I know that’s a pretty dramatic way of putting it, but it’s bound to feel that way to parents who only had 1 child. I think this will hit Bette harder than she’s willing to let on especially after having to work her ass off to get Tina back before the Henry fiasco happened. It didn’t look like you only spent an hour or less on this. =)

    2. So you are a fan of Star Wars, and Pat Benetar. Remember we must not diss David Bowie or we may be kicked out of the room. This is so cute and very loving. You get to see how happy both Bette and Tina are and how much they love their daughter. Angelica is every bit like her mother’s. I hope that you will continue with this. At least I know that Bette and Tina are together.

    3. Well girl, that was good, a nice variation on the theme. Despite the sadness of the impending seperation, the couple had a nice, easy, sweet way about them. Man, Pat Benetar! That sure conjures a particular time.

    4. Love the grown-up Angelica and her mothers reminiscing. The B&T story, even as a vintage saga, holds as much power as ever. Thanks for ‘knocking up the happy fluff’!

    5. Very Sweet! My favorite line: “And then the thing with the earring happened.” shouts Angelica, and I’m quite sure they heard her in the next street. ….. Thanks for the great post!

    6. Absolutely loved this. It was light and fluffy like a wonderful pie crust… and it came with just enough filling and sweet but not TOO sweet. Thanks so much.

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