But the painting helped. Jesus the painting helped. Angelica could make the worst or best painting and she would always feel good after. It was like she was crying on canvases, or paper. The material held her tears and helped her. But she was slowly cutting herself from the world, that was what Angelica was doing. Until she laid eyes on Lee. Lee was a small chinese girl with knobbly knees, she wore overalls and combat boots and stayed in the corner of the room every class. She didn’t give a ***** about anyone else and kept to her own. that’s how Angie fell in love. Because she knew grief intimately and she saw it in Lee. She saw how Lee cut herself from the world and hunched over her painting transferred emotions to the canvas. Angelica soon found herself glancing back every class and seeing this girl paint her eyeballs out, sh enever talked. Angelica never talked too but she really wondered why she was so drawn to Lee. Maybe it was because they felt alienated from the rest of mankind, found pieces of themselves in the other. Because soon Angelica noticed Lee looking at her, maybe she noticed Angie looking at her all the time, but when Angie would look back Lee would be looking at her! And for some reason Angelica blushed. She consoderd herself straight, wasn’t Shad proof of that? She like the bodies of men, their smell, the knots of their muscles…the broadness. But Angelica was inexpereinced though, and was immature enough to think life was black and white….her parents were ***** she was straight. But Lee…..there’s was something about her. Soemthing about that coal black hair always tied in a ponytail, those knobbly knees, those delicate wrists….how she darted about exhuding aggression. However she never talked to her, Angelica blurted the news out to her mom when she realized that she WAS in love, tol her she never spoke to Lee before though. And Bette didn’t take it very well. Maybe it was the encounter with Helena or the stress of what she was told that Angie knew, or the fact that Angelica….couldn’t be in love. But Bette shook her head and said “how can you know your in love when you never talked to her?” Angelica felt like a bullet hit her forehead….”and how did YOU know you were in love with mom!?”