“Yes Shane I know, and I don’t even know that I will make an offer on the house, I just want her to see it. I just would like her to give it a chance. Maybe the timing isn’t the best for me to consider this move, but something tells me it would be the right move.”

“For Angie or for you?”

Perplexed, Bette regarded her friend. “What do you mean for me?”

“Nothing Bette. Just forget I said anything. Like you said, you have not bought it yet.”

With that said, Shane moved to the kitchen to get a start on breakfast, wondering what more Bette wasn’t telling her about this sudden desire to move across the country.

Breakfast was a very quiet affair for the three of them. Angie only answered questions with a yes or a no, and refused to engage in any conversations despite Bette and Shane’s best efforts. They got showered and changed and proceeded to make the drive back out to the lake house to meet with the real estate agent.

Pulling up to the house, Shane knew immediately why Bette had wanted to come back here, and was considering purchasing the house. The house looked amazing, and she could see through the trees down to where the lake was. The agent met them there shortly after they had arrived and took them into the house. It was an old post and beam home, with a lot of woodwork details. It had been well maintained and was a very good size. As they moved from room to room, asking their questions as they went, Bette noticed that Angie was still very quiet. When they entered the room that would be Angie’s, there was little change in her demeanor.

Shane again tried to engage in conversation with the teen. “So Ang, this would be a great bedroom for you, don’t you think?”

Angie chose not to respond and gave Shane a shoulder shrug instead. As Bette, Shane and the agent went back out side to check out the deck area, Angie turned and made her way down the path to the lake. Arriving at the shoreline, she noticed a weathered old bench off to the side, and proceeded to walk towards it. Sitting down, she gazed out at the water, deep in thought,

Shane had noticed Angie walking to the lake, so as Bette returned to the inside of the house with the agent, she went in search of the youngster. As she cleared the tree line and came closer to the shore, Shane saw the beauty that Bette had described the previous night.

Looking over to where Angie sat, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the young girl. Her life had been turned up side down when Tina had died, and now it was potentially going to happen again, if Bette chose to make the move across the country.

Walking towards the bench where Angie was seated, Shane spoke to her “Hey Squirt, mind if I sit down?”

Angie’s response was simple to shrug her shoulders.

Since it wasn’t an out right no, Shane had a seat beside her, then put her arm around her shoulder’s and just gave her a hug. She knew that Angie was a lot like Bette and tended to keep everything inside, but when the time came for her to talk, it would most likely be Shane who she would respond to. So Shane simply had to wait it out, and just be there to listen as she had with both of the Porter women so many times in the past.

A few minutes passed, and finally Angie, looked up at Shane and asked “Why is she doing this Shane? What did I do wrong?”