Earlier that day , in the wee hours to be more accurate…flames engulfed the Porter house. Flames of every emotion except Lust. When Angelica came back to the house,
driven by Dina in her rental car…she came in the house to see Bette and Kirsten in the kitchen. Bette was on the phone with teary eyes, she was frantically calling someone…when she
looked up at the sound of angelica coming in she gave a sharp intake of breath and then slammed the phone down, not even bothering to end  the conversation. Kirsten started to get up
from the table but Bette was quicker…in five rapid step she came to Angelica. Angelica had barely enough time to blink before Bette was on her, her mom grabbed her shoulder with
one hand and her ear with the other. Bette, in all her strength..shook her, shook her shook her shook her. Angie’s head went back and forth like a rag doll’s. she tried to mobilize herself
by holding on, grabbing, on..to Bette’s shoulders, but her mom was too strong. Bette’s angry screams matched her violence……..”WHAT THE ***** WERE YOU DOING WHAT
THE ***** DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING I *****’ HIT A CHILD DO YOU HEAR ME AND YOU GO RUNNING OFF CANTERING OFF WITH THAT SON OF A *****
ARE YOU STUPID ARE YOU DUMB? WHAT ARE TRYING TO DO WHAT ARE YOU ***** DOING!!!!!!!!…………….YOUR A FOOL!!!!!!!”  Bette had Angie halfway in the kitchen, her
hand was gripped arounf angies ear and her daughter’s earring was trying to rip out when Kirsten was suddenly there. She did this all the time, so it wasn’t long till Kirsten had
Bette in her own grip, Kirsten held her firmly….Bette looked at her daughter in disgust………..whispered to her….a scary whisper……….”get out”.

 Angelica ran out of the house holding her bloody ear, the earring was not ripped out but it almost did, and blood was trickling down her neck. she ran all the way on the street
where Dina was still parked….angelica didn’t have time or sense to wonder why Dina was parked there in the first place. But she camw whirling in, Dina did not ask any questions…she
drove off..leaving the house to go to her own dwelling, where Angelica locked herself in the bathroom. There she took Dina’s towel and pressed it against her face, almost
breaking her nose, pressing it hard to stifle her cries, to soak in her tears.