On the way home Bette and Angelica were ignoring each other, looking out the window…fiddling with their seatbelts. Only ten minutes before Bette and Angelica had their first fight since for awhile. And it was about the most stupid thing ever…..going out, at least it was stupid in angie’s mind. Even earlier that afternoon Bette took her daughter to a local clothes store for new and better bras because Angie’s old ones were now too small. She was growing at a rapid rate and often displayed the usual awkward adolecsant kutziness. Bette had noticed that her ***** were sometimes overflowing her old bras and so delicately asked if Angie wanted to go shopping for some new ones…she had agreed with flushed cheeks. The clothes store was the kind of place where the salespeople followed a customer by the toes brimming with “helpful” tips and information, Angelica had to give the blond one her most venomous stare to keep her out of the clothing stall. The perky retailer wanted to see if angie’s bra fitted. Angelica didn’t want osome girl fiddling around her *****. Now, even though Angelica obviously had an open mind, what with two moms, she vigourosly classified herself as straight. Little did Angie know what the near future had in store for her.

 Eventually Bette talked her way into the stall, she was expereinced in these matters, once years and years ago as a teenager…she had worled in a lingerie store as a teenager. Angie chose coal black. Bette noted it was laced, a little extravagant…..a little provocative. But Bette bit her tongue. fiddling around for a few minutes Bette voiced her approval. Angelica hung around the magazines while Bette went through the cash register. Things were quiet between them, Angelica had not opened up more than that one night while she was taking a bath and Bette hadnt pressed her. Angelica had made with her body language and monosyllabic asnwers that she was not going to let Bette further delve into the mind of “Angel”. So now it was neutrality that was between them, a pleasant sort of nuetrality. Angelica was polite, Bette gave her space but made it clear that she was there for her and gave affectionate touches…Angie secretely savored these. Angelica was not the type of person to let it be known to others that she craved physical contact.