Arthur was interesting in that it seemed like he was so ‘in love’ with Bette thath he could not make a move. He was the perfect friend and companion and he stayed that way. Bette wasn’t worried about him making any moves. He was a widower too. His wife, Dorothy, wasted away from Dementia after 50 years of marriage. Bette could only wonder what it would have been like to be married to Tina for fifty years. She wished she could turn back time. Arthur helped to fill in an emptiness in Bette’s life.

 However it was Angelica whom Bette really wanted, who she really needed. Her daughter..her baby girl back. Bette almost puked when she got the info from the postcard that Angie had her baby. Never before in her life had Bette felt so *****. She hated herself for hurting Angie so much. If only Angie gave her a chance, just one chance Bette would make it up to her. And the baby….a baby girl…Bette wanted to see her, what was her name?

 After Arthur left Bette left too, out to the grocery to re-stock on food. She had run out finally, she made dinner for Arthur when he came over sometimes in the evenings but she was basically eating alone so it took a awhile for the food to dwindle down. Food was still Bette’s obbsession, she didn’t eat much at all but she just like cooking. It was really strange and Bette didn’t understand it. At the grocery Bette got some juice, milk, bread, cans of soup, tomatoes, veggies, frozen hamburger meat, etc etc. She waited at the cashier while reading some glossy magazine. She daydreamed about Tina.

 When she came home Bette got the shock of her life. She was carrying her groceries up the walk when she heard crying. Crying in the house. Bette felt her stomach and heart give a massive jolt. She was afraid she was going to have a heart attack or something. Bette dropped all her bags, the food rolled out of the bag..milk bounced on the cement and apples rolled. Bette jumped the steps to her door and opened it. She just about died right then and there. A baby… a dark bald wide-eyed squirming crying baby right in it’s baby seat thing. Bette ran over to it and picked it up shooing it to quietness. She knew this was Angie’s baby…her brain was still processing it though…and where was Angie? Bette went from room to room looking for her. She opened Angelica’s room and saw stuff missing…clothes..some books. Bette felt her head turn to ice, she went back into the living, the baby was on her hip…she felt it’s warmth against her. Bette looked through the bags…all were full of baby stuff, diapers, bottles, etc. Finally she found it…a white envelope. Bette placed the baby in the seat and tore open the envelope. She was still in shock…the fact that Angie’s baby was here was….mind-blowing, it was weird. And Bette knew it was Angie’s because it looked like her…the same nose and skin. It’s eyes….holy *****…it’s eyes looked like Tina’s. It was all very overwhelming. Bette’s hands shook as she read the handwritten letter.

“i cant take it anymore. Having this baby is too overwhelming and i’m afraid she will be hurt because of my lack of…something. I lover her so much so i brought her back, please take care of her and forgive me for putting this on you. As for me…i still can’t forgive you. I just couldn’t stay…i’m going East so dont try to find me, i wont ever come back if you do. I promise i will come back eventually….not now. Don’t know what i will do. Life is so hard.

Angelica

P.S…..

“Her name is Fleur Pillager”