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    Ashes, ashes…Chapter 3

     

    “I’m sorry, but Ms. Peabody has appointments scheduled back to back for the rest of the day.  Perhaps if you call and schedule a meeting she can see you another time.”

     

    “Look.  This is kind of an emergency.  A friend of Helena‘s is in trouble.  And I need to let her know what’s going on,” Shane said, trying hard to keep the irritation out of her voice.

     

    “A friend?” the receptionist asked, icily.

     

    “Yes.”

     

    “Well.  Why don’t you write down this friend’s name and phone number and I will see that Ms. Peabody receives the information.”

     

    Shane was about to increase the volume of her protest when she saw Helena breeze down the hallway.

     

    “Helena!”  Shane called, hurrying around the reception area and walking after her.

     

    “Miss!  You can’t go back there!” the older woman insisted.

     

    Helena spun on her heels in the direction of the commotion.  “Hello, Shane,” she said, adding, “it’s fine, Lily.  Shane and I know each other from a past life.”

     

    Lily huffed and bristled and returned to her post.

     

    “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” Helena asked.

     

    “I need to talk to you about Tina,” Shane said.

     

    “Tina?  Why would you possibly want to talk with me about Tina?”  There was an imperious glint in Helena‘s eyes, but curiosity as well.

     

    “She’s in trouble.”

     

    “What kind of trouble?”

     

    “Could we go to your office?  Somewhere a little less..public?” Shane asked, stepping out of the way as people passed up and down the hallway, walking through their conversation.

     

    “I don’t see what difference–”

     

    “Angelica died, Helena.  Crib death.  About two months ago.”

     

    Helena‘s face softened instantly, and she sagged against the wall as if she had been suddenly deflated.  “Oh my God.”

     

    “You think we could move this into your office now?”

     

    Helena nodded, pointing the way to Shane.

     

    Ten minutes later, they sat across from each other at a small marble conference table.

     

    “She’s…  I don’t even know how she is,” Shane said, playing with the glass of mineral water in front of her.

     

    “She’s devastated.  A part of her is dead,” Helena said, her voice barely above a whisper.  “If anything ever happened to one of my babies.  I…  I don’t know how I could live through it.”

     

    “That’s not all.” Shane said quietly.

     

    “What?”

     

    “Bette…  She and Bette…”  Shane struggled to explain what had happened, how the two of them had not merely drifted apart but shattered in the aftermath of Angelica’s sudden loss.

     

    “Oh no,” Helena said.  “No.  They didn’t.”

     

    “Bette’s moving to Seattle.  She’s selling the house.  Tina moved into an apartment.”

     

    “Alone?  She’s living by herself?”

     

    “I’ve been staying with her for the past few days.  But yeah.  And I…I don’t think she’s going to make it.  I really don’t.”  Shane felt the sting of tears burn her eyes, and she looked away.

     

    “Does she know you’re here?”  Helena asked.

     

    Shane shook her head.

     

    “I don’t even know if she would see me.  We didn’t exactly leave things on a cordial note.”

     

    “She’s not sleeping.  She doesn’t eat.  She and Bette aren’t talking at all.  I just…  I don’t know what else to do.  You’re a mother.  I thought, maybe, you could…help.”

     

    Helena exhaled slowly, and Shane looked up into her dark blue eyes.

     

    “I’ll do whatever I can.”

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    Comments

    1. Oh my God FFC!!! I literally dropped my dinner down the front of my shirt when I read Helena’s name!!! Angelica dying…Bette moving to Seattle, now Shane calling Helena to help? Just what exactly do you want from us my dear, dear FFC?? Wonderful as always. Painful…shocking…but absolutely wonderful. Thanks!

    2. that’s just about killed me, helena to the rescue? i hope this plan won’t backfire…i mean i know helena will try to help but i don’t want to see her and tina getting close…why B&T are not talking…oh please don’t do this to our poor hearts

    3. hey blue what you doing up at such a late hour???ffc, i love you. you know that right? but omg helena???? gratefully when my son died i wasnt married and didnt have to worry about that aspeck of my grief, well except my 3 others. but i digress. i know this stuff happens when trama like this occurs in families. things get totally crazed. but god. im trusting you. this is sad and so utterly painful. they are both such wrecks. help

    4. You have a new story ffc! *Does little happy dance* Now with that out of the way, what an awful subject matter. Very poignant though, as always. Your subtlety is enthralling. Shane’s an amazing friend. Interesting that she went to Helena, but I’m all for it if she can help Tina in any way. Can’t wait for more of this. Thanks!

    5. Is Helena going to be decent this time or is her “help” going to be self serving? I keep waiting for something good to come out of Helena Peabody, a softness, if you will. I want her to find joy in govong, just for the sake of giving.

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