The Chickenpox scenario

Bette’s POW

I walk of out the shower and throw all my dirty clothes in hamper before I change into something new. We have just come home from a weekend in New York so Helena could spend some time with her kids. I sigh to myself as I watch the two suitcases that fill up the little space we have in the passage between bathroom and bedroom. After dragging for a while I finally pull them into the livingroom where I empty them. The whole beach house is a mess at the moment; we went from honeymoon to a vacation in London further to a weekend in NY. I give the suitcase a kick in the side as I manage to pinch my finger to blood. As I let cold soothing water wash over the inflicted area I hear the phone ring in the hall way, not finding the cordless I rush out into the living causing me to stumble into the suitcases again. Cursing slightly under my breath I spot the cordless lying in the sofa in between Helena’s popcorn or night food as she calls it and my “art through times” book. I retrieve the desire object just as it is directed into voicemail.

“Porter Peabody” I say feeling slightly out of breath after the sudden outburst of hate for the suitcases. “Hi Bette, Winnie here. Did you guys have a safe flight home?” the voice of Helena’s ex wife emit through the phone. “We’re safe and sound at the beach house, Helena is at the studio right now” I say staring daggers at my bleeding finger and the opened object on the floor. “Well, she was in a meeting, I was just hoping to catch any of you, right after you left the kids came down with the chickenpox” she says as I hear children arguing in the background. “I thought I should warn you, with Angelica and such” she continues as the background voice disappears. “Yeah thank you, Angelica had it for a year ago, and I had when I was a child” I say wondering if Helena had when she was young. “Okay that is good, I don’t know if Helena went clear of the massive attack of angry chickenpox in kindergarten” she says and shake my head trying to find out if she ever told me such. “Well, I have to go, the kids are trying to kill each other” she laughs and hangs up.