Angelica could hear Fleur out in the living room…she sounded like any other four-year old…excited to point of hysteria. Apparently they bought a really cool toy. Angelica got up and went closer to the door, instead of opening it she pressed herself against it and listened. It sounded like Bette was pouring a cup of lemonade for Fleur while Kit was stuffing the empty bags under the sink. Then while Fleur sounded like she was on the sofa playing with her toy Angie could hear Bette talking quietly to Kit. By the sound of Kit’s gasp and loud voice Bette must have told her she was back. Angelica felt herself cringe and burst with joy at the same time. She loved Kit….but she could be mean sometimes, or rather realistic, most of the time brutally so. Bette convinced Kit not to go in the bathroom…”let her come out herself”. Angie felt herself wither in the face of Bette’s tired but dissapointed tone.

 She had dissapointed so many people….hurt so many people. Angelica wondered how her life could have fucked up so bad, when did it start? the decline? when? Probably when mom died…when tina passed away so suddenly. Even before then though…Angelica had never liked listening, sh eliked doing things her own way, even if mistakes were made and bad things happened. To Angelica making mistakes was better than being told what to do. which was all a really stupid thing to belive of live by. It was just the way angie lived her life…would probably continue to do so too. But this was something that Angelica could no longer run away from…Fleur. Angie knew in her heart she could not run away again…but that didn’t change the fact that Angie could not open the door, could not walk out of the bathroom.

 It had been maybe a half-hour when Angelica heard Fleur announce loudly to the world that she had to pee. Angie thought she was going to have a heart attack. she heard those little feet patter to the door..angelica backed away to the sink and waited for Bette to stop Fleur. But she didn’t..and it wasn’t long till Fleur opened the door. Damn it…Angie had forgotten to lock it.

 And there she was.

 She was a lot smaller than Angelica thought…..quite small but long…she would be tall. After thinking that Angie stood still…fleur came in, closed the door…then unzipped her pants and sat on the toilet…peeing. Angelica just stood there gaping. Then Fleur noticed her and frowned……”who are you?” Angelica swallowed hard and said…”Angelica…your….your mom” Fleur frowned…she was still peeing and the ‘tinkle’ could be heard in the background…”your supposed to be younger” Angelica in spite of herself snorted with laughter. Fleur wiped herself and got up off the toilet…her daughter zipped up her pants. A look like Angie was a suspect crossed Fleur’s face. Angelica knew she was being judged…appraised. Then Fleur’s four-year old mind took over and she opened the bathroom door..calling behind her shoulder that Angie should come have some strawberry pie.