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Backstory ~ Chapter 9
During the dark days, the over three years that they had been apart, Bette had gotten used to sleeping without Tina beside her. Despite that, the nights when Tina chose to sleep with the pack were painful. The pain did not match the intensity of first time, after Candace, when she was certain that Tina was gone forever. Now, Bette knew that the situation was only temporary, a night here or there, until the in-laws left. Sometimes, though, fear gripped her. She and Tina had not been back together very long before the relatives had arrived. Bette sometimes worried that the replanted roots of their new coupleness had not sunk deeply enough before the interruption.
The worries bubbled up when she was driving alone or late at night as she tried to sleep. When it was the latter, Bette knew that would not sleep until the worries wore themselves out. Sometimes she would sit by the pool. The sound of the leaves as they were disturbed by the light breeze soothed her anxious mind.
One night, maybe it was hormonal, maybe not, but her worries seemed overwhelming. Bette sat by the pool, sipping their most expensive single malt scotch, in a pity party of one. Bette had had no alone time with Tina or Angelica for days and both seemed to have been absorbed by the pack. She was lonely and frustrated and there was no estimated departure date for the intrusive in-laws. She sat outside and her annoyance grew. The visitors had taken over her house and her family and her sleep and she did not know when it would end. She had begun a litany of all of her gripes, which she had on a loop that repeated over and over again as she sat in the chilling air.
She heard a rustling by the fence in the back of the yard. The sound stopped but then began again. The third time it began, either brave or foolhardy from the expensive scotch, she moved towards it to investigate.
Bette stumbled three times, and each time blamed a phantom toy for her clumsiness instead of the quarter bottle she had finished. She finally identified the noise when she saw her brother-in-law Red with his leg lifted next to the fence. She watched in confusion as the fence got wet. Understanding came suddenly.
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Hmmmmm…well, now I’m wondering what technique Bette will employ. Squat? Leg Lift? Please not a ‘Moira on the road from Skokie’. Oy.
Oh oh. When Bette are sober again she will suffer a bit more. Maybe T can safe her from humiliating herself.
Hahahahahahaha….I just caught up with this…that was hysterical!
This is hilarious. Bette marking the fence had me rolling. I can’t wait to see if she is successful with marking her territory.
the return of the wolves…YESSS!! and it was great…hilarious…loved it…and thank you :)
Fantastic!
I sympathize with Bette, having your house overrun by in-laws isn’t good for short stays, let alone seemingly endless ones. She’s been more than patient, she’s been a saint. I’m shocked Red hasn’t been turfed out to fend for himself. He’s nearly intolerable, the perfect example of the brother-in-law no one ever wants and always seems to get. I hope after Bette’s done marking her territory (if she’s able, with her pants round her knees, ha!), she gets some alone time with her family. She’s more than earned it. Thanks!
I so love this story, My puppy is now just starting to mark my yard,all the trees,flowers and anything else. Love that Red was trying to protect Bette house,now how will Bette mark her yard, The visions I have in my head thanks
Hi there, dear sweet Spumoni! We are doing our happy dance here. Yaaayyy!! The wolfies are back! It is endearing everything that Bette does, for the love of her family. We are wondering what Bette’s technics to mark will be? Hahaha Oh my Gosh! This was just hilarious! We are laughing SO hard here. Thanks for bringing that needed laugh. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick and Tias Adoradas to Patpez)
I so like this story if I haven’t told you yet. Thank you for positing. I hope T stops Bette from doing something she’ll regret once she’s sober :)
Well now I’m feeling really sorry for Bette. I’ve had my home over run by in-laws taking over and it does become suffocating. Perhaps its time for the wolves to go home and T can always go visit them sometime. In the meantime, she needs to be sleeping with Bette or I need her sleeping with our Bette. Lol.