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Bette you’d go to therapy with me?

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Most definitely if its going to help us get through to the other end of this bad patch.

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Help us, she said ‘us’ as if it isn’t just all me but it is, I’m sure, well I’m almost sure its all me. Tina remained quiet while her jumbled thoughts ran around in her head. Bette waited. Goddam she’s so good and I’m so fucken awful thought Tina. I killed a man, coldly looked him in the eyes and shot him dead between the eyes and never felt a thing.

TBC.

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PT 4. 16

In the not too distant rear of the house could be heard the happy sounds of the mingling children. School was in. Angelica was in the simple two-room schoolhouse. She was flourishing in the company of her cousins.  Candace, their minder did not have to hover closely. The child had her own physical space around her and yet was able to play and talk and laugh happily. Freedom. Freedom for Angelica was confined within the adobe walls of her parents and Aunts Helena and Lara’s combined estates. Outside the perimeter was still guarded like a Fort Knox. Even their beach had guarded borders and signs saying ‘Private Property. No entry.’ It irked her mama B who had been raised under such conditions to have to remain so constrained even as an adult. And it had emerged through her mommies’ conversations that mama T had suffered a similar if not worse confinement throughout her childhood.