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    A Lifetime – c 14a

     

    Look, but dont touch, Al warned.  If you break it, youll buy it.

     

    How much? Shane said as she renewed her quest to touch Alice.

     

    Shanes progress was stopped when she felt a very strong arm go around her, lift her off the ground and take her back to her chair.

     

    Behave yourself, little gal, JT cautioned as she deposited Shane on her chair.

     

    The music concluded and Alice disappeared into the house to the sound of enthusiastic applause.

     

    In a few minutes Alice reappeared — dressed — to the disappointment of all.

     

    Ok, were now ready for the finale.  Something a little more serious.

     

    They sat down at the feet of the lounge chair where Tina and Bette sat and sang the slow, sad Whiffenpoof bar song which originated at Yale, maybe one hundred years before.  JT joined the gang on this song.

     

    To the tables down at Moreys,

    to the place where Louie dwells,

    To the dear old Temple Bar we love so well.

    Sing the Wiffenpoofs assembled,

    with their glasses raised on high,

    And the magic of their singing casts its spell.

     

    In a bit, they reached the chorus of the original song which they sang sweetly.

     

    Were poor little lambs, whove lost our way,

    Baa.  Baa.   Baa.

     

    Little black sheep, whove gone astray.

    Baa.  Baa.  Baa.

     

    Gentlemen-songsters out on a spree,

    doomed from here to eternity.

    God have mercy on such as we.

    Baa.  Baa.  Baa.

     

    Then the pool-side singers launched quietly into their version.

     

                From the tables down at Katies..

                To the place where Alice dwells

     

                To the dear old Planet house we love so well.

     

                Sing the LGirls who assemble

                With their cups thus raised on high

                And the magic of their love casts its spell.

     

     

                Chorus

                            Were good little lambs, who are oh so gay

                                        Baa, baa, baa.

                            Little sweet sheep who have found our way

                                        Baa, baa, baaa.

                            Ladies from LA, out on a spree

                                        Blessed from here to eternity

                            Heaven is good to such as we,

                                        Baaaa, baaa, baaa.

     

     

    They finished softly.

     

    Most had tears in their eyes.  Bette sighed through her tears and went to sleep in Tinas arms.

     

    The gang cleaned up around the pool, hugged and kissed Tina, kissed a sleeping Bette and softly said their goodnights.  JT stayed to help get Bette into bed.

     

    Tina covered Bette gently and she and JT looked at her for a few moments.  Then JT headed to the front door.

     

    Shes a good woman, JT said.

     

    The best, agreed Tina.

     

    Bettes a real handful, but luckily youre a good woman, too, and you can handle her.

     

    JT bent down, kissed Tina and strode down the sidewalk to her car.

     

    Tina showered and joined Bette in bed.  Bette stirred when she felt Tina join her.

     

    I love you, T, she whispered.

     

    She tried to turn over and Tina helped her so that Bette was in her arms.

     

    I love you, too, baby.  Tina kissed Bette.

     

    Thank you, murmured Bette.

     

    What for?

     

    I dunno.  Just thank you.

     

    Tina pulled her drunken, brewery-smelling wife closer to her.  She stroked her back softly until she knew Bette was no longer awake. Only then did she allow herself to go to sleep.

     

    Intermission     Intermission     Intermission

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Comments

    1. Goody! Its all fixed now. I almost choked on my snack when they started singing the fight songs it was so funny. Alice’s pitch pipe! Shane’s reaction! But I still wonder about the chafe factor on that coconut bra. Glad Al didn’t have a wardrobe malfunction with her crab shells. I’ll cherish these bits until you can bring us some more Pancha. I’m sure there’ll be many waiting for that day.

    2. okay, this chapter looks okay comparing to other one…anyway…said to see you going but i hope the intermission will be short…and as for the other story…well, you know, i’m a tibetter so i will read whatever you write because i love your stories but i don’t want my heart to be broken again…but it’s just me, whiny tibetter

    3. Much Better! Great chapterQuestion: Sometimes in your summary you inidcate that this is before the first breakup, are you saying that in 7 years Bette will still cheat?

    4. Bette is so lucky to have THIS Tina. Oh, my heart’s aching again… When you write something sad, it’s aching; when you write something happy, it’s aching…

    5. OMG I was howling with laughter. I wonder if Alice knew how to use the pitch pipe? I ask because I was in choir many moons ago and during a concert a guy tried to give us a B-flat and the pitch dipped down while he was blowing. Yeah, we laughed right in the middle of the performance. Anyway, taking a break is normal. Not everyone can kick out a chapter everyday. And about the possibility of a new story where Bette moves on, I can’t guarantee I will read it except for maybe the first chapter, but if it’s something you need to get out, then by all means do it.

    6. “Bette’s face was so stiff with annoyance that she was unable to point out that the lyrics were not “exactly” correct. But unfortunately, they were close enough.” Heh, that’s dang funny pancha. I would love to read a How Bette Got Her Grove Back pancha style. I see a hot artist or a musician, anyone with talented fingers, creative, passionate… : )

    7. i like it so much. it’s a shame that you will stop writing for a time but i hope you can rest and do all the other things you have to do. I’ll be waiting for your next post. take care

    8. Yankee Fan,If i had known that I have aJoe Torre aut,but its on a Ranger cap, Love Black Walnut Love this Bette and Tina. Alice is always so funny. Get healthy and dont forget us. We are all waiting until you get your writers leg under you again. thanks

    9. LOL.hilarious!!!!! love this! hey pancha..hurry back k? we’ll all miss you and your stories oh so much! Get your health restored too..be well!! take care.

    10. Pancha, Another wonderful addition to your fabulous fan fiction. I can just see the pool party with all the gals having great fun. I loved the way you brought in the Hermit crabs and Coconut bra. Tastefully done. Thank you so much for continuing this astounding tale and demonstrating the love that Tina and Bette have for each other and for the group of family and friends. An absolute joy to read. Your Loyal Fan.

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