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    ” A View From A Tower”

    Bette: Oh, it’s my one true love in life.

    Drew: Well art and me.

    Bette smiled back at Drew.

    Bette: Yes, of course you.

    Daniel: I sit on the board of the community arts education project and I can’t begin to tell you how much work needs to be done.

    Bette: You don’t have to. I already know. They are taking the arts out of schools and transferring the funds over to sports. Don’t get me wrong, if the basketball team needs a new floor on the court then they should get one, but not at the expensive of the theatre department or fine arts classes.

    Daniel: I think we are seeing eye to eye Miss Porter.

    Monica returned bringing Bette her glass of Merlot.

    Bette thanked the young woman with a smile.

    Michael: Speaking of sports little brother, I believe I promised to kick your ass in football this afternoon.

    Margaret: Watch your language! We have company.

    Drew: Bette has heard much worse mom.

    Bette: It’s true I have.

    Margaret: Still…it’s not polite.

    Drew: Come on Mike. I want Bette to see me beat you.

    Michael: Bette, prepare to watch your boyfriend be defeated. He could stand to lose some air from that ego of his.

    Bette turned to Drew’s younger brother.

    Bette: Blake, are you going to partake in this beating as well?

    Andrew: Oh honey, no. I take the sidelines with the other women folk. I’m to pretty to play.

    Monica: Amen.

    Michael: How is it, Blake, that you become more and more gay every time I see you?

    Blake: Hardwork and dedication big brother!

    Daniel: Michael, don’t talk to your brother that way.

    Blake: Oh dad, he’s just joking. Michael loves that I’m a big mo. Don’t ya?

    Michael smiled and messed Blakes hair.

    Blake: That is NOT cool!

    Bette followed the boys out to the huge backyard. She made herself comfortable on the lounge chair on the deck. Margaret, Blake and Monica joined her. They all watched and cheered as the boys roughhoused.

    Blake: So Bette, what do you do?

    Bette lowered her sunglasses and made eye contact with bleach blonde boy.

    Bette: Curently I am the assistant to the curator at the Modern Art Museum on 9th Avenue.

    Comments

    1. I need to know if she tries to find her. Keep going. I know you have that scene in your head; Monica and Bette in a cafe, it’s New York, it’s raining…

    2. WOW! Why is life so damn complicated? You think that you found your true love and something or someone steps in and tears everything apart. Great story or post.

    3. Wow! You sure know how to pack a punch! Your stories always deliver! You have a distinctive style that is all yours – very literal, very literate and very entertaining. Thanks for taking time out to meet (and conquer) this challenge.

    4. i just clicked on you name from my list of fav. FF authors cause i wanted to see if you posted recently and this is what came up. I am glad i couldn’t sleep tonight cause i may have missed this post. Ty and i hope you will continue this story as well as “no good deed…” i always love your stories

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