About Vaila…mmm…about Vaila…what did Bette know about her? Well from there conversations around the mailbox and Bette’s morning walk she gathered some
info on the woman. She was a distributer of pharmecuticals…so she was on the road a lot but liked  to stay around the house as much as possible. She moved here from
from France..she wasn’t french but was there on business for a few years. From what Bette knew she left Paris because of a nasty end toa doomed love affair. Vaila was pronounced
“Vay-la”..as in un-a-VAILA-ble. Bette got it right the first time. She loved ferrets and kept a lot of books and phtoos of them but didn’t have one. she thought it was unfair to have a pet
since she was on business a lot. Her parents were both dead…died in a head-on collison with a bus…she had one sister who recently moved to Russia with her weirdo mobed-out
boyfriend..she also had a brother who was a forensic pathologist. He was kinda weird but the ‘nicest guy’. Vaila liked crackers and cheese, wine and books, parties, and art. Many
a time Bette had discussed modern photography. Something Vaila dabbled in…one time she showed Bette and Bette was so impressed she mentioned she could get Vaila a
spot ina  group show coming up in of LA’s galleries. Vaila refused profusely…saying it was just a stres-reliever..that it was too weird to try ‘show it off’. Vaila was modest to a fault
almost. She was shy in her apporaches to Bette….it was very charming. Bette was touched at how down-to-earth Vaila was….that was rare in someone so beautiful. So why the ***** was
Bette so hesitant? She was a little squimish cuz Vaila resembled Tina…not fully…but aspects, and that freaked Bette out a bit. She didn’t know if she should go for it.

 And there was Fleur. And Fleur Fleur …Fleur..not to mention Fleur’s mother. Those two females in Bette’s life filled her with so many emotions it was difficult trying to name them
all. It was tough really trying to keep track of her feelings as they went through her mind, her body. She loved her grandchild so much it was frightening. And even though Bette didn’t
like to admit it…she sometimes viewed Fleur as a little angie…like it was Angie young all over again…and Bette was getting a second chance. What Bette needed to get through her
head was that fleur was not Angie..that most thing are beyond our control, like how a person turns out. We all have some kind of hand…but a person molds him or herself not other
people. Cuz we all have the power to change. It isn’t a cookie-cutter or black & white world. Angie…..and Angie. Bette loved her deeply..so deeply she didn’t like to think about it cuz
it hurt so much. Bette’s stomach and mind hurt when it came to Angie. Cuz Bette felt like a failure when it came to her daughter. She blamed herself for Angie’s choices and bad
directions in life. Bette felt so isolated from Angie….she so wanted to be close to her. It felt like they were tiptoeing around each other..Bette hated that it had to be that way. She loved
Angie so much but couldn’t find some kind of balance, some kind of smoothness in which to operate so they could actually have a normal, healthy…outwardly loving mother/daughter
relationship. It made Bette cry inside. They used to be pals.