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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 11)
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“It’s not your fault,” she muttered. “It’s my fault.”
She was taking the blame? And she wasn’t yelling? What was going on?
“No, it’s not. I made a big mistake-”
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Bette said, mostly to herself. Her arms dropped down to her sides and she looked defeated; it was such a strange sight, Bette in defeat, that I almost wasn’t sure if I was looking at it properly. “Hiring you. I mean, I thought I was doing a good thing.”
“You were,” I insisted. “You did. And I’m so thankful, and I’m sorry that I fucked this up for you-”
Bette wasn’t hearing me. Her pensive expression wasn’t directed at me, either. She was just… off. “I let my… compassion-” and she spoke the word dubiously, as if she couldn’t believe its existence, like the word was foreign “-for you cloud my judgment because I wanted to help you. I can’t make decisions like that. You don’t have the training to… I shouldn’t have entrusted you with something this important and I take the blame for that. This was a mistake.”
“This? I made a mistake, but I don’t think this whole thing was a-”
Bette put her hand up and cut me short. I don’t get how she does that. Nobody can ever cut me short.
I changed tactics. “Bette, do you think you can try to salvage this? I’ll help you; you can convince Fuller that he needs to change his mind.”
“Oh, I intend to,” Bette said, nodding. “I’ll fix it. I will.”
I smiled slightly. “Good.”
Bette smiled back, but it didn’t reach her eyes and it didn’t give me the feeling it usually gave me. “Come on,” she said, walking toward me and the bag of dinner. “Let’s eat.”
I sighed, relieved. “Okay.”
Bette pulled a container out of the bag; the steam fogged up my glasses and I laughed, taking them off again to clean them. Once they were back on and I’d gotten a good look at Bette, she was smiling at me.
“
“Yeah.”
“You understand that I have to fire you, right?”
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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!