A few days later Bette found herself sitting on a metal chair along with a circle old women. Kirsten didn’t know she went….as  a matter of pride Bette didn’t tell her where she
was, cuz as soon as Kirsten suggested the suggestion she snapped back that it wasn’t any of her business. Their first fight. Bette felt everything draining away. Kirsten had left her own
apartment…turning around to say..”excuse me for giving a *****”  Bette had never felt so bad. she fiddled with her name-tag, a gnawing in her stomach…would she have to speak
on the first day….she would have to…Bette reminded herself this was going to be the first and only time. To just try it out. And as the old women began introducing themselves to bette
she was truthfully just thinking about Angelica. When she had gotten home Kirsten was right, Angie was falked out on her bed in her clothes, the kitchen was a mess…she had eaten
so much. But because Kirsten was right and Bette felt bad for feeling angry to her…she didn’t berate Angie when she woke up. Again it was  matter of pride. Suddenly Bette realized
they were all looking at her. Bette cleared her throat and said in a firm voice that her name was Bette Porter. The leader, a small pot-bellied woman gently told Bette why she was here…”on
a suggestion”….and why whe was Bette mourning…..”My wife Tina”.  Nothing was said and from the silence alone Bette knew she would never attend something like this again. throughout
the ‘meeting’ Bette’s mind wandered…she was starting to really miss Kirsten….Bette berated herself over and over again…why did she pick a fight? Why did she have to ruin a perfectly
normal moment? Bette resolved to see Kirstena and apologize…she was more important to her than Bette realized. ***** Pride.

 Meanwhile Angelica swore she saw Kirsten walking down the street. Should she go say hi? she debated this, standing on the sidewalk by a bookstore in whihc she just
exited. she was on an errand solely for herself…buy more books. Angie was recovering from her binge a few days ago, when euphoric at Bette’s night absence she stuffed her face
and watched Tivo. Now Angie swore off junkk food forever…a goal even she knew won’t last. But the thought of lying in her hammock reading and drinking orange juice as a ‘recovery’
was so appealling she took the bus downtown to buy new books. Bette was in the yard gardening…Angie thought about the relationship between her and her mom. They lived
their lives, seperetely…sharing moments and sharing words. They were a little distant with each other. The therapy….they no longer went…after two sessions both of them didn’t even mention
it to each other. It just seemed a little stupid….and the therapist’s bill came. But they had a more close relationship than before, at least in terms of honesty. Angelica told Bette things
truthfully and Bette did the same, at least there was no bullshitting around. But right now after buying a few novels by irvine welsh Angie only thought about whether to greet Kirsten…
she was still a bit ambivelant…thought Angie respected her she still couldn’t admit to herself she really liked her. Call it a matter of protecting herself. But to be honest, Angie really
really liked her…Kirstent alked to her on her level, more than Bette or Tina ever did. She just didn’t want to seem weak, to cave in just yet. But Angelica decided to go say hello.
she walked left down the street to Kirsten, who had her back turned…Angie hoped it was Kirsten…she had only seen the back of her. “Kirsten?”  The woman started a bit, then turned
around..she was holding a sandwhich in one hand and a bag in the other…and she was not Kirsten…she was Dina.