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A Thin Line – Chpt 33
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“Will you two quit talking about me as if I’m not even here,” I said, embarrassed, and taken aback at Mummy’s confession. “Excuse me.”
I picked up my glass of wine, tears welling in my eyes, and retreated to the kitchen to compose myself.
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Peggy and I stared at one another dumbfounded as Helena made her exit.
I turned my head and watched her walk. “Helena? Sweetheart?” I called out. She ignored me, and I returned my attention to Peggy, looking at her helplessly. “What just happened?”
Peggy placed her elbows on the table and touched her fingertips together in a vee in front of her. She bowed her head and rested her nose contemplatively against her index fingers. After a few moments, she raised her head and looked at me with a note of sorrow reflected in her expression.
“I suspect Helena is not used to approving attention and admiration, especially from me,” Peggy stated quietly. “As much as I try, now, I’ll never be able to make up to her my absence, and neglect, in her youth. I fear she’ll never know how much I truly love her.”
It was in Peggy’s eyes I now noticed the tears forming. I reached across the table and tried to soothe her with the stroke of my hand on the back of hers.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly.
Peggy nodded.
“I think Helena’s reaction and emotion is, at least in part, a recognition of the fact that you do love her,” I offered. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to check on her.”
“Perhaps, I should be the one to go to her,” Peggy replied.
“No, please let me go first,” I countered. “Please?”
Forcing a smile, Peggy waved me off.
When I entered the kitchen, Helena was facing the counter, her hands supporting her as she leaned over it. I walked up quietly behind her and wrapped my arms around her. My face nuzzled into her neck, and she allowed me to hold her there, comforting her, for what seemed like several minutes. Then I gently turned her around and looked into her still moist eyes.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” I said softly, dabbing tenderly at the corners of her eyes with my thumb.
“What for?” Helena asked dolefully.
“For venturing into a topic of conversation, despite your warning me not to. For unintentionally embarrassing you. For talking about you like you weren’t even there. For the pain you still experience when reminded of your childhood,” I apologized.
Helena buried her face in my chest and clung to me, sobbing as I held her tightly.
“Shh-hhh,” I whispered, running one hand over the back of her head while the other clasped her waist. “I’m under the impression that you’re crying because you realize your mother loves you, and she always has. Am I right?”
Helena nodded her head and whimpered, “Yes.”
“Mmm-hmm. I thought so. And I love you too, Sweetheart.” She squeezed me. “Of all the pet names and terms of endearment to which I could refer to you, you know why I call you ‘Sweetheart,’ don’t you?” I whispered. Helena shook her head against my breast. “Because that’s what moves me so much about you. That your heart exudes such a sweetness that took me so long to recognize.”
Helena raised her head from my chest and looked silently and appreciatively in my eyes.
Simultaneously, our lips approached to share a kiss. It was soft and lingering, and our tongues gently caressed each other. Compassion and concern were translated in the delicacy of our touch.
“My dears?”
We were interrupted by the sound of Peggy’s voice. And Helena and I pulled away from each other to find Peggy standing in the doorway.
“Please, forgive me. I certainly don’t mean to disturb such an intimate and private moment. But, Bette, would you mind terribly if I spoke with my daughter? Alone.”
I looked at Helena and she nodded, taking my hand and squeezing it.
“Of course not,” I said.
Helena kissed me on the lips before I turned to exit the kitchen. As I walked past Peggy, she stopped me, grabbing my hand and squeezing it affectionately. She reached up and pulled my ear down to her mouth.
“You two are made for each other,” she whispered.
Then she patted my behind to dismiss me.
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Something good will come out of this yet/ a budding artist. and a Mother and daughter that will reunite. thanks
That was touching…like I said before there is so much love here it seems like they have been together for longer than a week. It is nice that Peggy is showing Helena how much she cares for her and admires her. Please post soon.
Peggy is awesome. You write her so well!!!! She’s a little crazy with the sexual questions, but I guess that’s Peggy. Wow, you can really feel the love between Bette and Helena. The emotions in your story are just great!
any chapter with Peggy is golden to me. i think the heart to heart b/w Peggy and Heena will be good for their relationship. and how cute is Peggy patting ette’s butt at the end of this chapter….aww that Peabody, what a dame! Post soon!
I suppose all that love flowing around can be a potent thing. Strange that healing can be traumatic, at least in it’s initial stages. You know, it occurs to me that in some ways Peggy is sort of like an upper case, upper class, upper crust version of Alice. The both of them are forever curious about others’ sex lives and likely to say just about anything. Peggy should give Alice some pointers.
Very sweet indeed
A dearth of comments and a lack of readership confirm to me that this should be the 2nd to last chapter. Next time, I will try to wrap it up neatly for you who have been faithful. Thank you to those few of you who have continued to read and who seem to understand me!
they’ve only been together for a week…but dang-it if it doesn’t feel like months…peggy is hysterical, but her sensitivity this chapter was awesome..love the way you reveal those soft spots…THANKS!
Zheese, I first want you to consider that you posted on a Saturday at the end of summer (at least for those of us in the northern hemisphere). These things will impact readership. Secondy, I firmly believe authors should tell their own story according to their own muses. You didn’t get the award for nothing.
I agree with funnyone–please tell this story at your own pace and in your own way. I myself have been gone for a few days and am just now catching up, so please consider continuing.
Oh here we go AGAIN! Reading zheese’s comment made me forget what the hell I was going to say regarding this chapter. I am wondering how many comments is needed for an author to continue. Either we aren’t reading enough, or commenting enough….or something. Shit!!! There always seems to be SOMETHING that we are NOT doing enough of. In case you missed this, I read your STORIES because you are a hell of a writer and you keep me glued. It is comments like the one you posted that bug the hell out of me because the faithful followers managed to get penalized because there just isn’t ENOUGH of whatever the hell enough is supposed to be. And one other thing, I’d still be reading your stories whether you won a damn award or not!!
Yours is the only HeleBette story that I actually enjoy reading. I am a huge TiBetter but this couple seems so much in love and it is genuine. You are pitch perfect when it comes to Peggy’s dialogue. Excellent writing.
I love you for your sentiment. Keep up the good work.
Zheese baby I really like your stor. You write them with so much love and so much passion it moves me. The moment betwee B & H in the kitchen was touching and it makes me happy to see Peggy will finally take the time to get to know her daughter nd to make up for the lost time. Thanks again for sharing your story and your feelings with us.
Zheese I am a known Tibetter so my reading and commenting on your Belena story & all the other Belena stories are a tribute to your writing skills. I think alot of people enjoy reading these stories but for some reason they just don’t comment…I mean I JUST started commenting on stories I was a silent reader for a long time…dosen’t mean I don’t adore the story or that I am not in awe of the writer. Please keep the story going if that is what you want to do…I know that is what I want you to do.
zheese…i’m a loyal reader, in fact – i only read belena stories – and your my dear has to be one of the best – if not the best. the quality and fluidity of your writing is excellent…hell, i thought bette and helena had been together for years based on your writing. please don’t let it be the end, but if it has to be..PLEASE write another B&H story. Thank you for the time and creativity that it requires to put together such a comprehensive story. CC
aww this is sweet!!!!! i felt bad for helana but i know this talk will be good for helena and peggy
I’m a long-time lurker on the fanfiction area and I just wanted to say how fantastic your story is. Everything seems so natural and the love seems so true between the two of them. Please carry on (if you want to that is). I bet there are loads more lurkers who love your writing.