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    Bette’s Loss and Gain (Part Six)

    Story written on December 17, 2004 by PortiaOnly.
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    Bette’s coming out.

     

    “Have you slept with her?”

     

    “Not yet, but I want to.”

     

    “Does she know how you feel about her?”

     

    “I think so.”

     

    “And she wants you?  Is she *****?”

     

    “Yes.”

     

    “Isn’t she like ***** middle-aged?  Have you lost your mind?  This is…just meshuggah.”

     

    Bette knew a few Yiddish words and this one she had heard dozens of times at the Schwartz’s home.  “I feel that way.  Sometimes I feel stark raving mad.”

     

    “Let me tell you, you are.  You’re ***** crazy.”  Ash paced in front of the bench.  “You brought me out in the cold to tell me that you’re breaking up with me and that you’re going to go off and ***** some old *****.”

     

    Bette took a deep breath and stared at the sculpture.  Ash was never one to hold back.  They were opposites that way—Bette usually simmered, letting things settle in, mulling over problems and concerns while Ashton jumped into the fire, sent everything up in blazes and then let the smoke clear on its own.  He seemed to always be able to cut to his deepest emotions instantly.  The same anger he’d feel hours or days from now was what he presented now.  She had witnessed many an explosive scene at Ash’s parents’ house.  With Communist grandparents, leftist parents, and two siblings who were liberal, the discussions that went on between Ash and his family were always heated.  Meals were somehow ingested between shouts, pounding fists, and hands waving in the air as they made point after point about the downfall of the country—from Mondale losing the election, to Tipper Gore’s ‘Parents Music Resource Center’ that sought censorship of popular music.  Bette always sat quietly and listened.  The Porter and Schwartz homes couldn’t have been more different.  Bette had never been on the wrong end of one of these outbursts, though.  That’s not to say that they didn’t argue.  Ash was emotional about things he loved, his causes, and beliefs.  And when he was talking in those terms, he’d badger and yell.  They often ended up in bed after one of these rantings, both being stimulated beyond reason.  That would not be the result this night.

     

    “What are you doing?  Are you doing your own goddamn version of Undine?  Well I didn’t betray you, but you’re sure as ***** killing me.”

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