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    Tina, Tiny Pieces Chapter 5.3

    Story written on April 5, 2006 by lastkid.
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    The Chicken Dance, Part III

    Bettes house 8:30 p.m.

     

    Bette takes a long swallow out of a bottle of water.  She hears a quick knock, Alice pushes the front door open, she pokes her head in.  Bette smiles.

     

    Come in, Alice.  I’m here.

     

    Hey. 

     

    Alice steps in.  Bette calls over her shoulder.

     

    Want something to drink?

     

    Nah, Ill wait til we get to the restaurant.

     

    Alice walks towards the larger wall, squinting at the off-white patches that stain the color.  She absently touches one with her fingertips, not looking at Bette as she walks by.

     

    So, um how’s the redecorating going?

     

    Bette chuckles softly as she walks into the bathroom.

     

    Better. 

     

    It’s still kinda damp.  Was Max just here?

     

    Bette leans towards the mirror, applying the last of her makeup.  She speaks out of the corner of her mouth as she dabs at her eyelid.

     

    No.  It’s the damn heat, I think.  Some of them don’t seem to be drying very well.  I think I need to turn the air conditioning up.

     

    Alice presses on a patch, she studies the indentation as it bubbles back out.  She presses it lightly again.

     

    I don’t know Bette, it might be Max.  I mean, when did he learn construction? He gets his di –

     

    Alice!

     

    I’m just saying he was a girl like four months ago and now all of a sudden he’s got peach fuzz and a buzzsaw?

     

    Bette stops brushing her mascara on and turns around, frowning.

     

    It’s a sander, not a buzzsaw.  And he’s very sweet for doing it.

     

    Alice rolls her eyes as Bette turns back around.  She rubs her fingers together and sneers at the small globs of sticky spackle.

     

    If you say so.  You know, um, Bette, if you ever start bringing the chicks home again, theyre gonna wonder if you have rats or something.  Don’t rats chew holes in the wall?

     

    Bette looks up, looks into the mirror.  She purses her lips, she smiles, she picks up the mascara wand again.

     

    No one’s asked me about rats, Alice.

     

    Alice leans closer to another patch, she strokes the silky texture, pushing again on an uneven spot, pressing a dimple with her fingertips.

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    1. It’s 4:30 in the morning, just finished some work I had to get out by dawn, and thought I’d check for updates. Now, I can’t stop giggling in that too-exhausted insane fashion, hoping the various nosy neighbors won’t report me to the fun police for disturbing the peace. This was GREAT … very well written. Thanks. More. More Tiny Pieces. Tiny Tiny pieces.

    3. Wow, that’s so funny. “Cause I thought maybe if they couldn’t find me, then maybe they wouldn’t sue me.” So, funny…so, Alice…great post. Cheers.

    4. i like that the girls hung out together, but it feels like they are all recovering from something and nobody is really happy…is tina heading for cream too?

    9. Oh I really enjoyed this chapter and the banter between these ladies. You’ve recreated them all so well, I could hear all of this dialogue coming out of their mouths. If only. . . unfortunately, IC is not cooperating. We only wish for a story this good.

    13. Once again this story is rich in symbolism. The scars are still visible on the walls of Bette’s house, just like the scars on her heart. The damage has not yet been fully repaired and when probed, it bubbles back – sensitive to anything that disturbs its fragile nature……Alice taking refuge in Bette, in someone that feels pain as deeply as she does. Their friendship offers a soothing balm to the abyss that has been created in their hearts by their respective losses……Your description of Max makes it easy for me to see him in my minds eye, his gestures and actions. The way he rearranges himself, it’s as if he is rearranging himself not just physically, but mentally as well. Is his pathos a result of injected hormones, simple ideals or his growing annoyance with Jenny? Jenny still remains the center of her own universe……I loved the banter of the group, you so effectively capture the nature of their friendship and the growing pains that are taking place now that Helena is being included. So much history with each and every one of them and they are all inextricably linked in some way……Excellnet chapter – once again.

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