Later that night there were several make-out sessions. Angelica lost count how many guys she kissed. She even made out with a girl. It was soft…softer than a guy and strangely devoid of a stubble. Still later that night after puking Angelica lay on her bed……and remembered. O god she can’t…..she was pregnant!!! Angelica started to cry silently, stupid stupid stupid…..why???? Angelica promised to herself to never drink or blaze again. she lifted her shirt and felt her abdomen….your going to be a good girl now Angelica. A good girl. Angie promised to herself…be a good girl. Stroking her belly Angelica decided if it was a boy…James….a girl…then Fleur. Now that she named her sexless so far baby…Angelica felt her relaity sharpen despite the drinking. No more *****. She had Life inside her…..she had to grow up….she had to look after herself. Then Angie mercifully passed out.

 Angelica was learning through making mistakes….she was growing up…perhaps much to fast for a fifteen year old girl.

Bette meanwhile looked at her own calender. Angelica’s birthday was written on there….where was her little girl? She had gotten used to Angie’s absence…a little bit. Angelica sent postcards once every week…and it always said the same thing. “Im fine. Im safe..Angelica”. Bette would look at Angelica’s handwriting and think about Angie as a baby, as a tiny little Kindegarter. Bette spent a lot of hours looking at old Photo albums. It was tough because they were broken up…her family was broken up. Bette couldn’t forgive herself..she ahd fucked up everything so royally. But Kit was a godsend..after making Bette feel like ***** Kit stuck around for a month. Cooking, cleaning…tlaking to Bette waiting for the police to turn up something. The gang came over too…though Bette hardly noticed them. She knew something was wrong when they did….she knew that because she didn’t feel anything when they came over. The gang didn’t mean anything to Bette anymore. That was how she knew how fucked up she was. Bette lived of course…she payed the bills and lived likle a normal human being. The only thing was that she lived without really ‘living’. She like the walking dead. Bette was feeling herself ebb away. It scared her but she didn’t know what to do about it. And Kirsten….Kirsten never came back. she never called or anything…and Dina had no information either…or no info that she would share with Bette. Now it was really strange that it was Dina who was closet to Bette. She would listen to Bette when she called….she wouldn’t say much but Bette grew comfortable voicing her concerns to this silent woman. Once Bette came over to Dina’s apartment, she was cooking when Bette knocked. They spent the evening eating curry and rice and watching “The Nature of Things”. They didn’t say much to each other..only neccessary things. Dina really was a mystery. Bette knew nothing about her. Knew nothing of her motives…except that she didn’t really like Kirsten. Kirsten….Bette thought she was a joke. A traitor. They were an odd couple, one a broken woman…the other a silent mystery.

 Bette’s thoughts soon turned towards Angie’s baby…was her daughter going to abort it or have it? That was the hardest part, not knowing what was going to happen to her grandchild.