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    Backstory ~ Chapter Four

     

    Bette woke a few hours later.  Her sleep had been troubled by the research she had done.  She had read that most wolf attacks on humans are attributable either to an absence of fear due to their proximity to humans or to hunger.  There was nothing Bette could do, at least not immediately, about the first cause.  However she could make sure that the wolves were never hungry

     

    She glanced at Angelica.  The child had to be exhausted since she went to sleep hours after her usual bedtime.  Bette listened carefully for any sounds from the house, but heard none.

     

    She faced a dilemma.  The bedroom door was locked from the inside but not from the outside.  She needed to fill the house with food, but (despite Tina’s assurances) she would not leave Angelica vulnerable.  She decided that Angelica would have to go with her.

     

    Bette got out of bed, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and clipped her hair at the back of the nape of her neck.  She quietly opened the dresser drawers and assembled a comfortable but still presentable outfit.  Bette dressed, then pondered about how to dress her daughter.  She did not want to leave the room to retrieve an outfit from the little girl’s room.  Instead, she found a very wrinkled and slightly soiled set of clothes in the hamper and dressed Angelica.

     

    The little girl did not rouse

     

    Bette remembered that there beach shoes for Angelica in the car’s trunk.  She pictured where her car keys,  purse, and house keys were on the table near the house’s entrance.  She paused for a moment, took a calming breath, grateful for her six months as a Buddhist.  She picked up Angelica and exited the room into a silent house.

     

    Bette had taken only a few steps when it happened.  It had been one of her expressed fears.  She had thought she would have more time to prepare, but the fates had not been kind.

     

    Bette felt her right foot step into something large and soft.  She knew immediately and a curse was at her lips before the little girl in her arms reminded her to restrain herself.  Nevertheless, her lips formed the soundless word: "SHIT!"

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    Comments

    1. ”and clipped her hair at the back of the nape of her neck.” – LOL, -and- ”she is an excellent hunter” – – nice to see Bette move up in her alpha-in-law’s opinion. ;-)

    2. I heed your warning and comment at my own risk!! Love Bette trying to describe her in-laws without describing her in-laws. Don’t know which is funnier, Bette the stalker or Bette the excellent hunter.

    3. Bette brings food! Bette is excellent hunter! I can’t imagine what that poor woman in the parking lot thought, as Bette’s cart is full of turkeys and roasts..She must think the inlaws eat like…wolves! Why pray tell do we have to be sickies to enjoy this story? Personally it explains alot, Spumoni, you know it does!

    4. Bette literally and figuratively walked on a pile of shit. Too darn funny, Spumoni!!! Please don’t get tired just yet of spinning this tale about Pinky’s reunion with her furred family. More please, more! Thanks a bunch, Spumoni! :)

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