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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 11)
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Anyway, as usual, Bette came home with dinner and a smile and was gushing about a brilliant coup she’d pulled off today when she’d managed to talk herself out of a speeding ticket. It was nice.
“What’re you doing?” she asked me, looking over my shoulder.
I took my glasses off and cleaned them on the edge of my shirt. Putting them back on, I responded, “Ah, writing that article about the art festival. How come spell-check isn’t picking up ‘indeterminable’?” I tapped on the keys, flummoxed.
“Because you’re trying to spell it with an ‘e’. I-N-D-did you get everything done today?”
“Yeah,” I said, distracted. “I-N-D… I or E?”
“E. Are you sure you got everything done?”
“Yes,” I hissed, exasperated.
She put dinner down in the kitchen and then returned; she picked up the schedule she’d left me for the day, studying it. “Okay. Richard Fuller’s just a *****, then.”
“Oh-” I turned away from the computer and gave her my full attention. “Who’s he?”
“Richard Fuller.” She tapped his name on the schedule. “He’s the curator who’s holding onto the Douglas Gordon collection. He was supposed to call me. You called him, right?”
I shrugged. I must have. I took the schedule from her and glanced over it, re-reading where she’d scrawled: ‘Call Richard Fuller-okay for phone conference anytime after 11.’ I couldn’t exactly remember calling him, but I rarely remembered any of the stuff I did all day. The fact that it wasn’t checked off unnerved me a little bit, but I couldn’t really see how I could’ve forgotten.
“So, he didn’t call?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Not on the office line. And I kept my cell phone on all day, just in case.”
I was starting to get a horrible, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I saved my progress on the computer and stood to get a look at dinner. “Uh, why didn’t you call him?”
“I should have, but I was just waiting for his call. I guess I have to, now, see what this is about,” she replied. She took the cordless phone and gestured to dinner. “Don’t wait for me, go ahead.” She took the phone into the bedroom.
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So still 62% to go right? Thank gawd… Okay, I’ll be hitting the refresh button every 5 minutes, starting now…
Wow, even though this scene was extremely serious, I couldn’t help but laugh (ie: She could use the cordless phone as a weapon, probably, if I got too close).
Keep posting please :)
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You are such a captivating and funny writer, I love this story and the unique perspectives/directions you have taken with the characters. Looking very much forward to the next…
Ouch! But I can believe it. True to the characters.
as usual very good,very funny even when its not meant to be lol… so original and we will be wanting more soon thanks
This chapter was great. You’ve perfected the characterization Alice to an artform. Brillant as always.
I’m with Temp…I’m hitting refresh all the time to see if you have posted again. I am totally, and completely hooked on this story, and on this Alice and Bette. Hooked, I’m telling you!!
It’s so hard to get good help these days. Bette was right, she did have a major play in how things panned out knowing she was hiring someone that was more than likely not qualified. But to just fire her outright…well, I guess that also provides the foundation for understanding Alpha Bette of later years.
But I’m still confused…I guess I don’t know if you’re following the belief that Alice and Bette really did date (as per season two’s comment from Bette) or if you are just loosely using the term ‘dating’ and how Alice perceives it. An any event…will look forward to the next chapter.
You are navigating their changing emotions like a seasoned sailor!
Great!