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    A Certain Breakfast

    Bette was seated at the dinner table reading the newspaper when she heard the light knock at the door.

     

    “Hey, there.” Alice, carrying a bag, two coffee cups, and a jug of juice pushed past a confused-looking Bette and made her way to the kitchen. “I brought brekkies.”

     

    “Alice?” Bette looked over the things that Alice dumped on the table.

     

    “Good morning.” Alice leaned in giving Bette a quick peck on the cheek. “I thought you might want to have breakfast with me.”

     

    “Obviously.”

     

    “Well, I know how it is. You’ve got the straight girl blues.”

     

    “Straight girl blues?”

     

    “Yeah. You’ve got the straight girl you’re pining for…”

     

    “Alice.” Bette cut off her friend. “I’m not pining.”

     

    “Pining, fixated on, whatever. Girls like that, well, they take a while.”

     

    “Take a while?” At this point Bette wasn’t certain if she should be bemused or insulted. And if insulted was the choice, was the slight on her on behalf, on Tina’s behalf, or on behalf of both of them?

     

    “Okay.” Alice pulled a few bagels and a container of cream cheese from the bag. Then she headed over to the cupboard and pulled out two glasses. “It’s like this. Tina’s new to all of this.”

     

    “All of this?”

     

    “I like how you keep repeating everything I say. That’s kind of cute.”

     

    Bette just shook her head and grabbed one of the bagels. She split it open.

     

    “Want that toasted?”

     

    “No.” Bette took the cream cheese and started spreading it on the bagel half.

     

    Alice placed the glasses on the table, and then grabbed something from the counter. “This is where Tina is,” she announced, holding out the object before her.

     

    “Alice, that’s a banana.”

     

    “Stay with me for a second.”

     

    Letting out a sigh, Bette drew her lips tightly together and feigned interest.

     

    “Your straight girl’ still in the land of this,” Alice fished out a bagel and held it in her other hand, “and this.”

     

    “She’s in the land of breakfast?”

     

    “It’s symbolism, Bette. C’mon, this should be one of those art appreciation 101 things.”

     

    “I tested out of that class.”

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    Comments

    1. Enchanting and cute story! We really liked all the details you added to it. Thanks for sharing. – Lucero & Marsha (JC’s Salsa Aunties)

    2. So cute and funny! Thanks for sharing, Pseud. Love reading your stories. I feel like I should say something about bagels and bananas, but I won’t … haha! Love these glimpses into their beginnings.

    3. bull shit b&tf, bagels arent your favorite breakfast food, but you do love you some bagels!!! ;) pseud, b&tf lives next door to us, im giving her a hard time, like i always do. shes my friend, k? thank you for the wonderful tuesday (for me) treat. i always love to read whats in that head of yours. more when you have time.

    4. Pseud, that was really, really, really good! Every so often you just pop in with these little one-offs that are totally delicious. I don’t know how they just opo into your head, but I certainly hope they just keep coming!

    5. I would guess that the bagels came in very handy during this story. It was cute and spirited and yet loving. I do miss your other story.

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