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    The Sound Track of Our Lives

    Story written on October 6, 2005 by vfullart.
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    Chapter 5- the blond

    “Bette? Bette?” Charlotte waves her hand in front of statue that was once Bette.” Hey, should I go check to make sure you’re not being robbed?” Charlotte reaches down and strums the guitar still hanging on Bette’s shoulder. The sound startles Bette out of her trance. She glances at the woman looking at her.

    “What if it is Tina?” Bette’s voice is low almost a whisper.

    “You should probably go see. If it is, try talking to her.” Charlotte leans forward trying to urge Bette to move.

    “What if she doesn’t want to talk?” Bette eyes are big with fear.

    “Geez, Bette I don’t know,” Charlotte runs her hand through her hair, “show her the song you just learned to play.”

    Bette takes a step forward then stops, once again just staring at the house waiting for Tina to appear in front of her. Charlotte heaves a big sigh, takes the guitar from Bette, and puts her hand on Bette’s back pushing her gently in the direction of the door.

    “Ok, I can do it.” Bette pulls her shoulders back and walks to the door. Pushing it open she yells out a timid,

    “Hello?”

    Not getting a response, she pushes the door open the rest of the way and takes a bold step in. Walking into the kitchen with Charlotte on her heels, Bette spots a woman with her head in the refrigerator. Bette stops and visibly relaxes.

    “Alice what are you doing here?”   Alice jumps at Bette’s voice.

    “I knocked but no one answered.”

    “So you came in and helped yourself to the contents of my fridge?” Alice looks at Bette and then to Charlotte, then back to Bette.  She shakes her head as if to clear her vision than turns back to her hunt for food.

    “Jesus, Bette!” Alice pulls out a carton of left over Chinese food, “How long has this been in here? It smells!” She closes the carton and puts it back where she found it. “Are you eating the same thing every night? What happened to Bette I put the date on everything in the refrigerator Porter? I never had to worry about opening moldy doggy bags.”

    “Alice what are you doing here? And what is in the garbage bag?” Bette’s hand had automatically gone to her hip and she had adopted the scolding tone that marked many of her conversations with Alice.

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    2. What’s with the grits is that like the last thing Tina made? Alice that girl always has me cracking up. Kinda bummed it wasn’t Tina, but I’m sure she’ll get there eventually.

    3. What’s with the grits is that like the last thing Tina made? Alice that girl always has me cracking up. Kinda bummed it wasn’t Tina, but I’m sure she’ll get there eventually.

    5. Slipperynipple GRITS is a southern thing ground corn you cook in water until done, eat like a hot cerel or alittle thicker with Ham Eggs Biscuit and gravy.. Come on down to the south and have some grits. I love this story bet the grits were the last thing that Tina cooked. Alice brough Bettes CD. thanks so much.

    6. Tis is too funny but, also very sad. Bette has a real hard time coming. Alice is too funny.

      Slipperynipple, grits are a southern thing. They are made from ground corn meal and used as a breakfast food, or an anytime food if you like them. They are good and can be made to eat as a cereal or as a side dish for any other meal.

    7. just caught up. the great jwet told me about your story and told me i needed to read it. so im reading it and im glad i did. i know what grits are. im with SLIPNIP. huh. im a little confused by this chappy. maybe its the last thing tina cooked. and please let them talk. im enjoying how you write. keep it going. thanks. and thanks JWET for advising me to read.

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