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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 13)
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“No,” I said, feeling a headache coming on. “I think I’ll have a glass, too.”
Bette stood quickly, putting her glass down on the table and taking a bag from me. “Need help?” she asked as she followed me into the kitchen and set the bag down on the island.
Yeah, I need you to toss my mother out a window. I shrugged. “No, it’s okay.”
“You sure?”
I snorted. “What would you do?” I asked, referring to her lack of culinary talents.
“I could…” Bette paused. “Open something.”
“Bette!” Mom called from the other room. “Let me finish telling you that story!”
I gave Bette a dark look. “Do not let her tell you that story.”
Bette smiled. “She already told me the good part, so it’s a little late.”
“Ugh. I was like, eight.”
Bette’s smile widened. “Is that an eight-year-old thing? Running around naked?”
“It was my brother’s idea,” I protested. “Didn’t you do stupid things when you were a kid?”
“Bette!”
“Coming, Lenore!” Bette called distractedly and then frowned, looking pensive. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
“What were you, like, the perfect child?” I chuckled and opened a few drawers, looking for a knife to cut the vegetables.
“I had to be.” Bette sat on one of the stools at the island. I watched her play with the edge of the paper bag, looking so deep in thought and so focused on the paper in front of her that I hated to ***** up her concentration by reaching into the bag, but I had to. I pulled out the loaf of bread. Bette looked up at me and shrugged. “Kit was always getting into trouble. I didn’t want to be like that. Her mom wasn’t around and I just thought… I just figured the two ideas were related.”
“What, be a bad kid, lose your mom?”
“Yeah,” she said quietly. Her hair fell in dark, loose waves around her face and she tucked a lock of it behind her ear. “It didn’t matter, though,” she said, licking her lips. “It didn’t matter how good I was. She left anyway.”
“Bette,” I said, setting the knife down on the counter and waiting for her to look me in the eyes. “It wasn’t your fault. She didn’t leave because of you.”
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so i dont mean to sound greedy but its after 12 where i live but wondering if i can get another story before i go to bed…
Still reading, and still loving it. This chapter was great. Poor Alice.
I kinda think there was a fourth reason about their falling out, and it was the deal about wanting kids or not… I’m just sayin’!
Anyway, good job, as usual!
xxx
“Ew, I do not look like Julia Child.” Good one.
This is the funniest fic ever. Love it.
I admit I’m a little confused between the timing of Alice moving out of Bette’s, and Alice and Bette dating.
That’s minor compared to my great enjoyment of this story.
Thanks for a great read. I sure hope Alice and Bette end up together in this story.
You have nailed the character of Lenore. I can practically hear her voice with every sentence.
Did Lenore’s last sentence make Bette question the longevity of her relationship with Alice?
Funny stuff! I was laughing the whole time! Great stuff. Loved the bit of Bette/Tina foreshadowing you drop in there. I loved how you made Bette react to the parent conversation. Keep them coming =)
“Why? Do you want kids?”
She paused for a minute… she said, “Definitely. Someday.”
Tina foreshadowing, Tina foreshadowing!
You know, I could watch a whole season of just this story.
know i see why bette and alice broke up.bette didn’t do the relationship thingy to good until tina came in and just blew her mind.