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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 11)
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As soon as I heard the door close, I moved back to the desk and picked up my schedule, scanning it again. Okay, so I hadn’t checked it off. That didn’t mean I hadn’t done it. I wracked my brain, trying to remember what I did after I called Bette to tell her that we’d finally received the fax from the art movers. I bit my lip-I had picked up the phone again and I had looked at Richard Fuller’s number, and then-
Oh, yeah. The doorbell had rang.
Right, the doorbell had rang.
And after I got rid of the Jehovah’s Witness, I came back to the phone and I…
Ooh. I so didn’t.
“
I tossed the schedule back onto the desk and turned guiltily. “Uh…”
The worst part was that Bette didn’t even look mad. She just looked confused. “Um…” She gestured to the phone. “I just got off the phone with Fuller-he said he didn’t get a call today. You said you called him, right?”
“Yes.”
Oh, my God, WHY DID I SAY THAT?
Bette chewed her lip, glancing at the phone, and then back at me. Oh, hold on. She did look mad. Not in the face yet, but there went the arms, crossed over the chest. “Who did you talk to, Fuller or an assistant?”
“Uh…” I wondered if she’d let me eat my dinner before she murdered me. That was only fair, right? “Neither.”
She nodded slowly. “That’s what I thought.”
“*****.” I gestured helplessly. “I’m really sorry. What did he say?”
Bette sighed. “He said… he was really counting on my being in touch and when I wasn’t, he had to go ahead and give it to some gallery in Bergamot Station.” She shook her head, looking past me, looking… so dangerously expressionless. I was hoping she’d yell. I was ready for her to yell.
But she didn’t. And the silence became sort of painful, sort of deafening.
“*****,” she said quietly.
“Bette, I’m…” I moved toward her a little and then backtracked. She could use the cordless phone as a weapon, probably, if I got too close. “I’m just… I’m so sorry. I got really caught up in all my work today and I guess it just slipped-”
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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!