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Part 4 – Finding Helena
“I don’t know what I’m doing here …”
Helena’s words echoed ominously around the high vaulted ceilings of the church. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been inside one, for a funeral probably, the last one being Dana’s and before that, Bette’s fathers perhaps?
It was by chance that she ended up there, a combination of escape from the blistering mid-morning sun and the uneasy feeling that she was being followed, a sensation which haunted her each time she made a return trip to the mainland.
On the island, she left behind a community in mourning following the unexpected death of Isaiah, the small boy with whom she’d grown close as she forged his way back in to school.
She still thought about that day …
It was late and the small village camp was settling down to a close, women returned from the fields where they worked on their crops, carrying back large sack bags filled with corn and roots, and the blandest potatoes Helena could ever recall tasting. Isaiah was sick; his grandmother said it was a fever, which the western woman took to mean malaria after her recent time there. She took him broth the day before, made by the women who cooked for them in the school kitchens and the last she’d heard he was doing better.
So she sat reading quietly late in the afternoon, all too aware that if anyone who knew her, saw her, they would shrug and walk on by, unable to connect the serene white woman who sat with her book to the one they’d misplaced several months before.
In the distance a woman shrieked and cried, her pitiful wails wrenching at Helena’s heart as she stood along with the others, following them deep into the centre of the camp to go in search of the source, her sedate afternoon of reading long forgotten,
Small children ran out to find them, shepherding them on, babbling away in Swahili in a way she found infuriating and scary. The air within the camp grew tense, and as they approached the epicentre of the tumultuous cries Helena felt the unease which rose within her as she learnt how she’d begun to finally pinpoint her surroundings,
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f**’ing A, this is a great story babe! i laughed at the part where tina is swearing around angelica, partly because it’s so wonderfully out of character yet in character for her, and partly because i’m usually the one doing the same thing around my friends’ kids. having helena tell bette that she and tina aren’t going to just ‘get back together’ like nothing has changed, is brilliant. you’re brilliant–such a storyteller baby;) mwah
really enjoyed the interplay here…looking for to the next post and the next b/h conversation…yea!
Really loving this story sofasitter. Love the interaction between Helena and Bette. Mama P must have know Bette was the right person for the job. To answer my African adventure. My sister lives in Joburg, South Africa. We were on a 2 1/2 week holiday to visit her. We layed over in Dakar Senegal for 3 days to break up the 17 hr flight for our two kids aged 2, 5. Loved South Africa. This was about trip # 6 for my partner and me. But now I am back home and must return to work tomorrow. ;-(
Excellent, now bette needs to give tina answer about being back together!
This is so wonderfull and brilliant!!!! I am so loving this. Please keep B&T together. Thank you PPS
Okay, wow. That was an odd twist to this story. Helena and Bette doing a strange flirting but not flirting dance, Tina thinking about a threesome with those two, and Helena trying to convince Bette that she doesn’t really want to be with Tina anymore. Guess it just wasn’t what I expected of this story after the first chapters.
I was so proud to see that ‘AC’, I felt as if it was just for me! Just to be clear, I don’t mind Helena sounding British in the least, nor anybody else as long as you give them an excuse (anybody inately British not needing one). For a relatively short chapter, that sure was meaty, sofa. Life, death, sex, love, betrayal, reconciliation and the endless, repellent puzzlement that is Jenny all in 3 pages. My head is spinning. In a good way. And not from beer, banana based or otherwise. You’ve communed with cockroaches? We were quite familiar with the little bastards back in NYC, but we didn’t commune with them. We squished them when opportunity and reflexes allowed. Aha! Gotcha ya little bastard!
Honestly this flirting between Bette and Helena scares me a bit. Being a TiBetter I am always hoping for their togetherness. Is this the wrong story for me?
“…Bev, and Helen and Nina, together, was hot.” a scorcher, in fact… ;-)
Its 3am east coast time and 10 am Joburg time. My body clock has not reset. I has to reread this story and I have to say I am looking forward to the development of this story. Bette and Helena the old rivals seems so natural together. I this what happends to alphas when they mellow
I’m glad that in the end Bette went on her own to see Helena… that was a really nice reunion. It’s setting the stage for something a bit different in future meetings. As for Tina…. surely she has more to contribute to the group dynamic than need? She’ll have to figure that out. Excellent as per usual, sofa. ta!