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    Ashes, ashes… Chapter 10

    Story written on November 29, 2005 by fanficchick.
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    Helena paced in front of her desk, scanning the briefing document that Lily had prepared for her.  She was vainly trying to concentrate, but her thoughts and her attention kept drifting to her phone, which sat, stubbornly silent.

     

    “Come on, Veronica, call me back,” Helena muttered, tossing the spiral bound materials onto the sofa table in mid stride.

     

    Moments later, the much anticipated ring of her private line catapulted Helena across her office.

     

    “Ronnie?”  Helena answered immediately.

     

    “Were you sitting on the receiver?” came the amused reply.

     

    “It bloody well took you long enough,” Helena groused. “I called an hour ago.”

     

    “I have appointments, you know.  Clients.  Remember?”

     

    “Yes.  I remember.”

     

    “So what’s going on?  Your message sounded a bit desperate. I hope you aren’t trying to rope me into another one of those charity golf outings.”

     

    Veronica Blyton was one of Helena‘s dearest friends.  The two of them met in boarding school more than 20 years earlier, and though life had taken them in drastically different directions, they remained close.  In addition to being a scratch golfer, Ronnie was a gifted and compassionate psychologist, specializing in family therapy.  And it was the latter skill set that Helena was hoping to make use of.

     

    “I’m afraid this isn’t a social call,” Helena admitted, sitting heavily in her leather desk chair.

     

    “Oh?”

     

    “I’ve got a rather monumental favor to ask you.  I have a friend who’s in trouble, Ronnie.  And I don’t know what to do.  I’d like to bring her in to see you.”

     

    “What does your friend think of that idea?”

     

    “I haven’t raised it yet.  She’s  I’m not certain that she’s up to making the decision on her own.”

     

    “Can you tell me something about the situation?” Ronnie asked, her voice calm and steady and inviting.

     

    Helena sighed and leaned her elbow on her desk, resting her cheek on her hand.  “It’s unbelievable, actually.  The worst kind of awful.  Her child, her infant daughter, died.  SIDS.  And tragically, she and her long-time partner have ended their relationship in the aftermath.”

     

    “How long ago did the baby die?”

     

    “Not long.  A few months.  She’s still completely ravaged by grief.  Barely functioning.”

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    Comments

    1. This is a very interesting Helena for sure. It might be Tina who begins to find too much comfort in Helena.When will we get a glimpse of Bette?Love your writing, as always.

    5. Sorry for that Enid Blyton outburst. Blyton and boarding school in one sentence triggered that outburst and some truly happy memories. Your stories give me as much pleasure as Blyton did in my childhood. Perhaps someone else here knows who she is – and can therefore tell you what a great compliment I am trying to ineptly give to you. I like this more nuanced Helena.

    17. i swear this story is so painful that i only read it because i love your writing, you’re one of my favorite writers here, i still have hope that B&T will reconnect and reunite, even if it’s helena will do it, i hope she’ll stay what she said she is, as friend and help tina to find herself and bette in the process

    20. FFC thanks for giving us a small beam of light at the end of the tunnel. I was just thinking, I’m gonna have to get a bottle of Jack Daniels or find some valium soon if this one doesn’t brighten.

    22. Please bring Bette back into the picture, she needs the same help as Tina and they need each other. Please have someone go and get her and bring her back to Tina. I know it is your story, but please. Thanks for the post.

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