Bessie Potter - Season Four

Season Four

At the beginning of season four, Bessie welcomes Joey home from her summer sailing trip with new boyfriend, Pacey. She jokes with Joey about whether she has had sex with Pacey and then shows Joey the business accounts, showing that the B&B has become very successful in her absence. Midway through the season, Bessie finds a large stash of condoms in Joey's room, and becomes angry and judgemental, telling Joey that she is far too young to be having sex. They argue, but reconcile. Later in the season, Bessie attends a baby shower for Gail, who is overdue with her second child. When Gail gives birth, she names her daughter Lily, after Bessie and Joey's late mother. The sisters are clearly touched by the gesture. In the same episode, Bessie finds out that Joey believes she may be pregnant, and she argues with her about not being ready to have a baby, and having an immature boyfriend who would never cope with a child. Joey does a test and finds out she is not pregnant, but the situation draws the sisters close together. During the week of Joey's graduation from high school, Bessie reveals to her that before she died, their mother wrote Joey a letter for her graduation day. Without reading it to Bessie, Joey reveals that their mother had faith in Bessie's abilities to raise her younger sister. Bessie tells Joey that she thinks it was unfair she was robbed of a mother so young and that she deserved more than what she got. Joey replies that she believes herself lucky, that Bessie was her second mother.

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