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Random 20 – You’re It
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“Tina came by.”
Bette looked at her side view mirror to make sure it was clear for an upcoming left turn. “What did she want?”
“She left something on your desk.”
“She left a message?”
“Yes, it’s on your desk.”
“What time was this?”
“Around three o’clock.”
Bette glanced at the glowing digits on the dashboard which read 5:34. “What did she say?”
“Nothing much really. But like I said she left a note for you. It’s on your desk.”
“Umm…did she stay long?”
“Bette, she asked where you were and I told her you were seeing a couple of artists this afternoon. I mentioned you wouldn’t be back until six at the earliest.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
Therese stopped her cold with an exasperated sigh that conveyed some displeasure. The whole afternoon was a series of mini-projects and multiple follow ups and she was not in the mood to placate her boss. Especially not over the phone and while she was in her car. Bette had a tendency to carry on while driving and she was running low on patience.
“Should I call her?” Bette persisted.
“You’re asking me for advice? Really?”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”
“Only because I think this is where you ask for it and do what you want to do anyway.”
It was true – she had a penchant to do just that. She sighed contritely, “I guess.”
“Although I think in this particular instance you’ll do exactly what I think you should.”
She would call for sure and didn’t necessarily need to be told to do so.
Bette thought of her young apprentice. It had only been a year but because of the difficulties of getting the gallery on its feet, the intensity of their workday helped them form a bond that was extraordinary. That plus the genuine love for art made their relationship more than what was typical. She would miss her when she left for Europe next year to join her new husband.
“You get away with too much Therese,” the gallery owner accused. Her feigned frustration revealed itself through the tenor of her voice.
“Only because you let me…” came the bold response.
She let out a ‘Bette Porter’ laugh. It felt great and her assistant joined in.
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2 of 2 seems somehow wrong, needs to be 2 of 10 at least, i really want to read about the chasing ;) LOL
Beautiful.
We needed to hear more about this game of tag!
Thank you so much, lwordid. My heart is aching but this game of tag cheered me up. I’m utterly grateful, lwordid. =)
Ahhhhh, the “tag, you’re it” made me smile :) – loved it!
It’s always good to have a post from you, and this was especially lovely.
That was…sweet and lovely. And it most definately works! Thanks
“tag you’re it”… That’s classic Bette Porter! I love it…PPS
Tag your it, I love that. Can’t wait for more random thoughts.
Simply wonderful. Thank you. Loved it.
Love it.Please continue.
Of course it worked. Anything you write works. :)
Going, going… gone. I knew it. Home run. Thank you. :)
As B&TForever said upthread, this needs to be at least “2 of 10”. So well-written.
Wonderful. Thank you for sharing, I always look forward to your writing.
Simply beautiful. “If you let me….” “I’ll do the chasing for a while all right?” I would love someone to say that to me.
Totally amazing chapter. Thank you.
Bette does rock when she’s secure enough in herself and those around her to let a little levity show through. You’ve captured that here, wonderful, really. Thanks for writing.