AN: I have friends of every political/religious affiliation. I just find the idea of Bella and Angela on opposite sides funny. No offense to anyone on either side of the political (or religious) aisle.

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Chapter 4: The Politics of Curse Jars

Don't get me wrong, I love Angela Webber Cheney like a sister. We have been friends since we were young and I would take a bullet for her, but if she touches my Obama sign one more time, I will lock her in the back room and make her listen to Queen. Some very loud Bohemian Rhapsody should get her to back off. And the last time I checked I was the boss, not Mrs. Cheney Webber.

I stomped over to my hidden stash of Obama/Biden 2012 campaign posters, grabbing one in annoyance. It was fine that we had different political affiliations. I had no problem with her being the president of the Forks Tea Party. At least, not too big a problem, as long as she kept her big mouth shut about it. I did have an issue with her giving Jacob pamphlets about camps to change his sexual preferences. He had enough problems with people in his family doing that, he didn't need his safe place to be ruined. But luckily, Angela changed her tune after she made him cry and I threatened to fire her and terminate our friendship. From then on it was little things, subversive changes at the store. Things like the signs and the curse jar that now sits on my counter.

I tried to get rid of that cursed curse jar, but she kept putting it back. The proceeds of the jar of which she gave to the local homeless shelter, was a positive thing. Also, as Angela pointed out, we do have children who come in and have innocent ears that must be protected. That was also very true. The only problem was that after the divorce I swore like a drunken sailor. The quiet Bella Swan that Angela grew up with had disintegrated into an angry, foul mouthed harpy. A broken heart will do that to a girl. I was so used to sticking a dollar in the jar that I would do it even if I swore in my head. That shit was messed up.

"Bella, why are you sticking a dollar in the jar?" Jessica asked in confusion.

"I cursed in my head."

"That makes no sense," Jessica scoffed.

I answered, "I know, but some days I feel like I drink too much of Angela's crazy."

"That a scary thought you just had, Bella. Please don't do that. Angela does have a good, but judgmental heart. I have half the mind to take her to the Rainbow Room with me Saturday night," Jacob said with a grin. "Maybe, if she meets enough nice gay men like me, she'll loosen up a bit."

"That's a very bad idea, Jake. She'll start praying, loudly over everyone and singing bible hymns over the Lady GaGa. The owners will kick you both out and you'll miss out on the man of your dreams."

"I guess you're right, Bella. This might be my week to meet Prince Charming and not Mr. One Night Stand. Talking about men..." Jake began.

Jessica started grinning wildly. "That's right, it's Tuesday! Is a certain Texan joining us this fine day in search of art books he knows we don't stock?"

"I have no idea what you are referring to," I said frowning as the bell chimed on the door.

As if that diabolical duo had the sixth sense, a blond, curly haired and attractive man strolled in holding a daisy. He drawled, "A pretty flower for a pretty lady."