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    Ashes, ashes… Chapter 14

    Story written on December 9, 2005 by fanficchick.
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    “I thought we were going to discuss the annual gala?”

     

    “***** the annual gala,” Peggy said primly.

     

    “Well, that would certainly change things up a bit from last year’s theme,” Helena said, calling over a waiter to order a dirty martini.

     

    After Helena‘s drink arrived, she took a long sip.  “Mother, when’s the last time you spoke with your friend Bette Porter?”

     

    “Bette?  It’s been a few months.  She sent a divine announcement when her daughter was born.  Angelica, isn’t it?”  Peggy smile faded almost instantly.  “Don’t tell me that you and Bette are feuding again.  Is that what this funk you’re in is all about?  Two she-rams butting heads?”

     

    “No.  Nothing like that.”

     

    “Good.  Because you two have much better things to do than try to aggravate each other.  Now that you’re both parents, you–”

     

    “Mother,” Helena said abruptly.

     

    “What?” Peggy frowned, exasperated.

     

    “Bette… Bette and Tina’s daughter.  She…  She died.”

     

    The color drained from Peggy’s face, and she gripped the side of the table.  “Jesus Christ,” she gasped.

     

    Helena ordered her mother a double scotch, and refolded her napkin, setting it on the table.  “I’m sure there was a more delicate way to tell you.  But I couldn’t conjure it in the moment.”

     

    “How?”

     

    “Crib death.  Almost three months ago.  From what I understand, Bette is planning a move to Seattle.”

     

    “Is that where Tina’s family is from?”

     

    “Tina isn’t going with her.  They’ve split up.”

     

    Peggy downed half of her drink without flinching.  “They had difficulties with a previous pregnancy, didn’t they?”

     

    “Tina miscarried at 12 weeks,” Helena said quietly.

     

    “Are you…  Have you been in touch with her?”

     

    “Yes.  We’re in very close touch, as a matter of fact.”

     

    “I see,” Peggy nodded as pieces of information began to come together.

     

    The two women sat without speaking for several moments, unable, as they’d always been, to bridge the huge emotional divide that existed between them in order to share their feelings instead of just their thoughts.  When the waiter set their lunches in front of them neither made a move to begin eating.

     

    “We could ask them to box this up,” Peggy said, looking at the beautifully prepared but now completely unappetizing meals.

     

    “Or we could just have another round and call it a wash,” Helena said, finishing her martini.

     

    “Much better idea.”  Peggy summoned their waiter, asking him to clear their plates and freshen their drinks.

     

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    As she drove to Tina’s after lunch with her mother, Helena hoped that the LAPD hadn’t begun a new habit of mid-day traffic stop check points.  For while she felt completely unimpaired after her third martini on a practically empty stomach, Helena wasn’t so sure that a breathalyzer test would second that opinion.  She was glad that her mother had a driver to deliver her safely to her penthouse suite, where a full staff of assistants could ensure that Peggy was well taken care of.

     

    Maybe telling her mother about Bette and Tina had been injudicious.  But Helena knew her mother.  And she fully expected that before the week was over, Bette Porter could plan on hearing from the emeritus board chair of the Peabody Foundation.

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    2. I like that Helena is involving Bette, via a safe source. Perhaps Bette will get her act together, although I’m on the wagon for Helena and Tina getting together, but I’d like to see B and T resolve some issues and get closure.

    3. Thanks for answering my question. So Tina has lost two children hmmm all I can say is thank God this is fanfic. As for the route your going, Helena seemingly trying to involve Bette through Peggy. I instantly wonder if Tina wants Bette to be involved at this stage. I mean won’t they be two polar opposites just bouncing off each other at this point, based on Bette’s inability to grieve the lost of their daughter. Tina imo needs someone who is going to recognize the pain and be willing to at least begin dealing with it.

    5. Awesome. I think you nailed the banter between Helena and Peggy – it was perfect. And another ‘yay’ for Helena making her mom aware of the situation; Peggy seems to have a knack for snapping people back into reality.

    8. What an enthralling story! Bette’s absence speaks volumes, as do Helena’s actions. If Tina and Helena end up together in this fic it would be very satisfying.

    12. What a wonderfully human gesture for Helena to make. I like this Helena and surmise Helena can help Tina in many ways, but she can’t help to heal her soul and that’s where I imagine Bette comes in. At least I hope so.

    14. Good Job!!! I also hope Peggy can shake some sense into Bette..They need each other more than ever now.. It will be the only way either can heal Post soon I love your story very sad but EXCELLENT

    16. “City of Lights to . . . asses into a gorge” brilliant humor to gut-wrenching emotional pain – I wish I had your eloquence with words to express how beautiful this story is to me. Thanks so much for giving us, the readers, this gift.

    17. This is a good way for Helena to plunder and pillage Bette’s life. I hope Peggy can knock some sense into her. Thanks, ffc! Witty and true as always.

    19. FFC: Thank you for making me laugh a little in this one. Yes, the overall climate is still dreary but your sunny words peeked through the dark sky. You know I brace myself before reading your chapters with a drink in hand don’t you? When Helena corrected her mom with the Emeritus title I started smiling. What really made me chuckle though was “contractual obligation to purchase a minivan.” Just the thought of Helena driving a minivan cracks me up. Well, until Porsche comes out with one, she can stuff everyone into a Cayenne I guess huh? “Fuck the annual gala,” That was SO Peggy-like, as well as everything she’s uttered in your story. “Or we could just have another round and call it a wash” Here’s to you FFC…*lifts glass*

    20. greenie, babe, shove over. were drinking together, k?ffc, at least a little humor. its amazing but i still have mine intact. if i didnt i wouldnt be able to do life. your killing me but i love your writing. thanks.

    21. yes please, let peggy talk some sense into bette, my tibette heart is bleeding, so beautifully written, even if it’s painful…i still have hope for B&T though

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