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The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 6, Chapter 7)
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The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 6, Chapter 7)
PART SIX: TIJUANA, MEXICO
Chapter 7
Lalanda looked over at the bull. He lifted the two banderillas high above his head. The bull immediately responded to the movement and began to run toward him as he ran toward the bull. In a split second, before the two came together, Lalanda lowered his arms to drive the shafts straight into the neck of the bull and stepped aside.
The spectators cheered.
Frankly, I was beginning to get a little squeamish about this whole thing, once the blood began to flow but I did not want to say anything. In glancing at the others, I noticed that April seemed to be a little uneasy too.
The grand finale was about to begin. It is the most important part of the bullfight, according to my preparatory research. It is said that the bull grows braver under punishment; that he is at his most dangerous toward the end.
The matador left the bull and went inside the callejon to get his muleta, a scarlet serge cloth at the top of which is a wooden stick, later to be replaced by a sword. He then calmly walked back into the ring and stopped to address the Presidente to whom he gestured permission to kill the bull. When permission was granted the matador then walked over to where Bette was sitting. He took his montera off of his head and raised it to her. She stood up to look down at him. He turned around and tossed his cap up and over his shoulders. She caught it with a stretch. The trumpets sounded and the moment of truth was near.
Lalanda, strutted out to the bull. He began to execute a long series of artistic passes. The crowd was with him with each graceful movement, shouting “Ole” The bull would lunge at the cape, turn on his heels and come back for more. Another, “Ole!”
Valor, art, beauty, emotion – it was all there. It was hard to know if the spectators were cheering for the bull or the man but before long it was clear that the man was very much in control. The bull stopped and watched him. Lalanda turned his back on him with confidence. He went back to the fence to get his sword. He slipped it into the muleta and engaged the bull in several more naturales. Then he knew it was time. He held his sword high up on a level with his own eyes. He took two steps backward before he started to lunge over the bull’s horns and with the point of his blade he entered the hide between his shoulders, severing his aorta. The bull hemorrhaged. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground in a massive pool of blood
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Wow
Thank you bettyvhall. I would rather have a simple “wow” anyday than, let’s say a thumbs down “boo”, You’ve made my day.
Though this is a marvelous adventure, Sisse, my conditioned heart can’t help but wonder, at each dramatic juncture, “But where is Tina – Tina Kennard?”
Your writing is so descriptive and wonderful. I absolutely love your story- thanks for writing.
sarah, How very sweet of you. I really do appreciate your comments.
techgal, You asked where Tina is in my story. Please remember that this is about Bette Porter After Yale, 1985. Tina will indeed be included as the years go by and so will the other L Word characters. I hope you will still be reading when that happens.