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Backstory ~ Chapter Four
Ouyside the store, Bette raced her cart to catch up to the sympathetic ear. “Do you have any other advice?”
The woman turned in surprise but smiled. “Talk to friends to vent. They’ll be your lifeline to sanity.”
Bette shook her head, “I can’t do that.”
“You poor thing. The in-laws have corrupted your friends.”
“No, not that. They are the type that can’t keep their mouths shut.”
“Ah, they will tell your husband.”
“Wife,” Bette corrected, “but yes.”
The stranger was silent as she thought, “Maybe write a diary?”
Bette whined, “Do you think that will work?”
“It might,” the woman replied as she began to move her cart away towards her car.
Bette began to follow again. “They are so unlike my wife that it is hard to imagine that they raised her. They are so different, I don’t even know how to communicate with them. And I don’t think they like me much, as if they had very different expectations of who their daughter would marry.”
The woman sped up. She had not intended her brief statements in the market’s line to turn her into a confidante for the stressed woman. Bette, caught up in her own emotional maelstrom and reaching for the rescue rope she thought the woman had tossed, did not notice the woman’s discomfort. Bette sped up to keep her cart close to her guru.
When the woman realized that she wasn’t going to shake her parking lot stalker, she sighed as she stopped her overfull cart and turned to face Bette. “Surrender. Expect the worst. If you’re lucky, the worst won’t happen and you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
This time, Bette had noticed the impatience in the woman’s voice and was embarrassed. “I’m sorry for bothering you. We hadn’t seen them in so long that I had stopped worrying about dealing with in-laws.” She smiled at the woman, “I should consider myself lucky for having avoided this for so long.
The woman smiled back, “Remember that it will end. Keep focused on their departure date.” She then raced away and Bette did not follow.
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The entire household was awake when Bette returned from her shopping trip. The in-laws watched as the car was unloaded of its many packages and stared in amazement at the packages were emptied and stored in the refrigerator or in the cabinets. The patriarch padded to the side of his mate and observed, pointing his snout first towards the food and then towards Bette, "She is an excellent hunter."
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”and clipped her hair at the back of the nape of her neck.” – LOL, -and- ”she is an excellent hunter” – – nice to see Bette move up in her alpha-in-law’s opinion. ;-)
Omg this is so funny. Particularly the last question by Bette about raw food!!!! Keep it coming. I’m hooked.
I heed your warning and comment at my own risk!! Love Bette trying to describe her in-laws without describing her in-laws. Don’t know which is funnier, Bette the stalker or Bette the excellent hunter.
Bette brings food! Bette is excellent hunter! I can’t imagine what that poor woman in the parking lot thought, as Bette’s cart is full of turkeys and roasts..She must think the inlaws eat like…wolves! Why pray tell do we have to be sickies to enjoy this story? Personally it explains alot, Spumoni, you know it does!
Tina’s family cracks me up. I can understand Bette’s fear for herself and their daughter. I too hope that Tina will eat cooked meat.
Count me in as one of the sickies!
Me too! LMAO…simply brilliant
Keep it coming, my friend.
I’m a sickie, because I live this. Very diffent and funny. So Tina wolf name is Pinkie thanks
LOL @ Bette stepping in it… before getting herself out of it by being such an “excellent hunter”. Great chapter, Spumoni, thanks for posting.
Bette literally and figuratively walked on a pile of shit. Too darn funny, Spumoni!!! Please don’t get tired just yet of spinning this tale about Pinky’s reunion with her furred family. More please, more! Thanks a bunch, Spumoni! :)
LOL…the last line was great….what is Tina’s answer?