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    Soft Spoken Secrets (Gudang Garam) # 9

    Story written on November 27, 2007 by Braz.
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    “Tomorrow, I promised, you will be the one in need of a “mouth-to-mouth” by the end of the night, Porter girl…”
    But, before Tina could gave Bette her backs, the mocha lady, woke from her hypnotic state, held her wrist, pulled Tina closer and glued her body to hers.

    Previously

    “I have to tell you a story, dear, but I want to ask you to let me finish …Please, Mad, don’t interrupt me, ok? I’ll promise to answer whatever you want by the end…”

    Madison just nodded.

    She let her mind reached another boxes in her memories. Paths that she never intended to repeat because the happiness of that moments made the pain heavier, deepest. Paths that she kept recorded in her memory.

    ***************************************

    “When I was seventeen, 16 to 17 years old, I met a girl. Did you say that you keep imagining if that woman born this way, Madison? The answer to your question is yes… Bette had born that way.

    When I was almost 17, I met this girl, Boo and her name was Bette Porter, my ghost…”

     

    “What?! Bette?? Seventeen, mom?!

    ……………………………………………………..

    “Wow!” Madison was surprised, but what passed through her mind that it was almost near her the time her mother got pregnant.

     

    “Yes! She was this beautiful mocha skinned girl, full of energy, ideas and ideals.”

    “GOD! We have so much in common!” Madison said. Tina let the smile took place in her face. 

    “I couldn’t resist, mom…” , her daughter completed. Madison used to play with this image of egomaniac she cultivated.

    “Yes…you, girls, have a lot in common! What I keep thinking sometimes is what would happen if she was your mother…”

    Tina didn’t see the spark at on daughter’s eyes.

    “And since when you thing this way…” Madison returned.

    “Since… since… since always…” Tina said honestly.

    “Now we are talking, mom…” Madison sensed Tina wanted to open her heart honestly and reaffirmed her desire of knowing the truth, but she got intrigued with her mothers sentences.

     

    “Hmmmm…what I was saying?”

    “You met Bette.” Madison helped.

    Tina closed her eyes to concentrate.

    The recordation acting its magic.

    The body reactions to the memory.

     

    “She was a student and an artist. She was cool. She was and intelligent. And nice.”

    The young girl could saw the shining smile Tina was sparking while the memories parade in her mind. “…She was sweet. She was a democrat… Well, the fact: she was brilliant. And gorgeous. And popular. 

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    3. Hi there… I had no web connection for 2 whole days (and no TV either, so I just had to read a book, waiting…) and when I can finally connect, I find 2 mails from you, Dear, and this splendid post :-)) well, you certainly made my day with this one : phewww… must have been difficult for Tina to talk about her love to her own daughter… now, that was past LOVE and HAPPINESS and it was VERY HOT… now, considering that they separated, and the date Madison was born, I can imagine what happened… but I really want to read it with Tina’s and Bette’s words (well, with yours even more) ;-) — “A river named Need”… as long as it is not the River of No Return, hn ?;-D — as for Rose Beuret and Camille Claudel, I wonder which had the best of Rodin : a short and stormy liaison, followed by madness, or a life long clandestine wife-like life, and a wedding on the death bed ? well, I don’t really envy any of those two ;-) I did not know Tina Modotti, but now, I KNOW why you know her ;-)) — I’ll send you a mail, later… now I’m just going to sleep – thanks for the sweet dreams, honey :-)

    6. Dear friend, the passion you posess is so clear in your writing. You know all that I have told you privately about what I think, so I won’t bore you here, except to say, you are definately one of THE BEST on the site. When I prepare to read one of your chapters, I know for sure, that I can expect passion, depth, movement and so much more. You never disappoint me, and I am sure I speak for a volume of other readers. I will certainly make up for the lack of emails. Life has just been busy as the year comes to an end and deadlines are to be met. I’ll tell ya all about it. All good stuff. * wink * HUGS dear.

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