"Just do it, Angie," Tina urged, sensing the anger rising inside of her wife.

Angelica, though, had no intention of backing down. She felt the anger and the disappointment finally pouring out of her.

"I’m not gonna apologize to her, okay?!" she cried, getting up. "I’m not gonna apologize to anyone!"

"What the hell is going on with you?!" Bette said, looking at her daughter, completely stunned.

"Why do you always take their side?!" Angelica went on desperately, "Why can’t I do anything right, anymore?! You love them more than me, why don’t you just say so? Why don’t you throw me out, you could be so happy without me!"

Bette groaned impatiently. "Would you please just stop being so melodramatic for a second?" She took a deep breath. Then, she addressed her daughter in a friendlier voice: "Look, honey, please just sit back down and then we’re gonna talk about what’s wrong with you, okay?"

"Momma B’s right," Tina said, gently, "Melvin, Sarah, could you go upstairs, we need to talk to your sister alone for a while…"

"Ok," Melvin took his sister by the hand and they went out of the room.

Angelica, however, did not bother to sit down.

"I don’t wanna talk." she said simply. Bette’s comment about her being melodramatic had touched a sore spot in her. She did not feel respected.

"Angie, please?" Tina reached forward to stroke her daughter’s hand. "We just wanna understand why you’re so upset. How could you possibly think that we don’t love you?"

"Yeah," Bette jumped in, "We love you more than our lives, baby, don’t you know that?"

Angelica looked away. She could not respond to that.

"You ask yourselves why I’m upset?" she said then, "You didn’t let me go to the party, tonight, am I supposed to feel happy about this?" She couldn’t help the hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Now, first of all," Bette said, "That was a well deserved punishment for not doing what momma T told you to, my dear. And secondly, this party cannot possibly be the only reason why you’re so upset…"

Angelica glared at her. The truth was, she did not want to tell her parents about Alex, about how she used him, or about feeling like an outsider because they, her mothers, were lesbians. She was terrified of what their reaction to both of these issues might be.