Bette knocked on the door. It was a dark solid door, the sign orange with large letters. when there was no answer Bette opened the door anyway and slipped in. Angelica’s room was impeccably clean.
A long narrow bed was placed horizantly under the large window, sand-paper coloured wardrobe adjacent with a hot pink LAZYBOY chair in the corner with an oak desk and LCD
computer. Two dark bookcases were graced with books, Angelica was an avid reader. The floor had a think carpet that warmed Bette’s feet and a low light with just the right glare.
Angelica herself was sitting on the floor leaning aginst the bed reading a photography book Bette had given her. Not looking up she ignored Bette who closed the door and walked softly
to her, sitting down beside Angelica. Bette felt helpless, she wanted to grab Angelica she wanted to yell that she was sorry she was tired she loved her. and how she loved her.
Bette remembered when Angleica was only two months,  her life in Bette’s hands. Bette had always held vigilance at night when Angie was sick or when she had nightmares.
Bette wanted pull Angelica into a hug and whisper they were pals, they were always pals right? Instead Bette , ever to the point, blurted out that she always meant to tell Angelica about
Allenwood…soon in fact. All through Angelica’s life she accepted that she had two moms, in fact she thought it weird in grade  one when she saw her classsmates with a mom and dad.
Angie knew as she grew older that she must have had a dad but never asked, accepting Tina’s unsure explanation that he was gone before she was born. In fact Angleica liked tihnking
she had no father. Now seeing Bette sitting besdie her looking so helpless and pitiful, Angelica aoftened. she couldn’t keep up withe the feelings inside her. It was too much. angelica
didn’t crawl into Bette’s arms however, her pride didn’t let her…instead she looked directly inot bette’s eyes..

“I just kinda rathered NOT to know….you know?”

Bette felt tears welling up and fought them back…”I know i know honey, it’s tough and believe me its tough for us too…but your ok right?”

Bette brushed a lock of hair out of Angelica’s eyes…”Im fine mummy…just nervous about school”