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Best Thing That’s Ever Happened To Me
“Becs, we can leave the gala if you want to. But people are really worried, you know. Your mom’s desperate about your reclusive behavior, as we all are, and I’m running out of ideas about how to get you out of your apartment. Plus, well, I don’t want to disappoint Granny either.”
That didn’t disrupt Becca’s concentration on something at the other end of the cavernous renovated hall. Molly flagged another waiter down. “Listen, I’m sorry, again, that I thought you were hooked on opioids or something. When we had that argument at your place last month? I hope you’re not pissed with me still?”
Becca shot a quick smile at her cousin, shook her head, then returned to staring at the other end of the hall again. Molly took a quick sip of her new drink. “And you said you were making progress with the latest therapist, right? But this hermit-shit behavior over the last six months or whatever is officially weird, Becs. I hate to say this, but Gran’s promised to add a little extra to my trust fund, eventually, if I manage to get you to socialize more often, or …”
Becca finally turned to look up bemusedly at her taller cousin. “Shut up, Molly. Don’t even try to pretend you’re doing this for extra money from Gran. You’re not like that. Or could ever be.”
They exchanged a quick smile.
“And thanks for picking out this Chanel for me to wear tonight. You were right. It’s perfect,” Becca added.
Happy to have her cousin’s attention at last, Molly affectionately wrapped an arm around one of Becca’s. “No you shut up! You know you slay in it, but you’re welcome. Now, don’t change the subject! What’s come over you, Becca? You fell silent all of a sudden. Is it Adam? I know that the guy I was talking about all the way here looks a bit like him, but I thought it’s been years now since you and Adam split up, and …”
Becca rubbed her cousin’s arm fondly. “No, no, Molly. Honestly. Adam’s not an issue. He never was, tbh. He and I just grew apart, like I explained to everyone, several times now. Including to Gran. And to mom. Why don’t people just accept he and I will never get married?”
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Skydancer,
You have strangled me with grief! My God! What a traumatic delivery you’ve written.
Triggering stuff. Keep going.
All the best luck,
Blackbird
Thanks,
Had to get it out of my head.
U, on the other hand, are awesome. I see you flex there, with Gentleman Jack. I mean, what can’t you do?
You do the best stuff here, Blackbird.
Hey Skydancer, Nice to be in touch again. What of yours should I read tonight or whenever you get this request? Presently, just so you’ll know how to guide me to the stories you think I’d enjoy, I’m in the headspace of being on the edge of a story about to birth. It’s a tale about Anne Lister’s watch and how she behaves with, or toward it. The watch has power. It came from someplace special and came especially to her. For all those reasons and more I’d like to know Anne Lister’s watch’s origin story,
My sincere thanks for your compliment on my Gentleman Jack series. I’ve been off writing many other types of things and have been away from even thinking about fanfiction until, as Anne Lister might say, “Good Lord.”
My “Good Lord” moment was when the characters hooked me during episode three of Gentleman Jack.
Okay, recommendations of what of yours I should read.
Be well, Skydancer. The moon is out tonight.
Blackbird
Skydancer, Wonderful narration. Vivid view into Becca’s pain. Eager for a glimpse into her and Jo’s magical train ride. Great beginning!
Thanks, took a while to get it together.
Yup, you guessed it. The train ride was and will be the piece de resistance of this whole thing, in my mind, that I found that I could not not write down.
Hope all is well!
Skydancer, you’ve written some wonderful stories over the years but, this is stellar. Thanks for sharing. Can hardly wait for more. Thanks for posting,