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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 2)

    Story written on July 25, 2005 by rachel_raj.
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    Alice recalls her first meeting with Bette.

     

    “I’m an art gallerist,” she said. At this point, I noticed that she was standing quite a bit closer to me and that she was leaning on the bar with one arm, walling me in on one side. Okay. That was totally cool.

     

    “Oh!” I said. “That’s cool. So are you… a big Kit Porter fan?”

     

    Bette paused and looked at me for a moment. She smiled slowly and her eyes sort of squinted. I did not like this smile as much as I liked the other one, but like most things immediately concerned with her, I found it interesting.

     

    “She’s my sister,” Bette said finally.

     

    “Oh!” I said. “Little sisterly support, okay.”

     

    She shook her head. “Something like that, sure.”

     

    I raised my eyebrows. “Would you be able to make it easier for me to see her, maybe score an interview?” I smiled to make it seem as if I was kidding if she didn’t go for the idea, although I wasn’t really kidding.

     

    She shrugged. “I’d like to, but we don’t really talk.”

     

    “So, what d’you do, you just stalk her at gigs or something?” I asked before I could stop myself, which I’m not too proud to admit is probably one of my biggest problems. Luckily, Bette just gave me another one of her enigmatic smiles, shrugged, and said, “Sort of.”

     

    “Ah.”

     

    And I wish I could say that my meeting of Bette Porter was some fantastic incident where fireworks exploded and we saw one another across a room and were instantly drawn to one another, but really, she was just a hot girl who fascinated me by being a little bit mysterious. And I bet if you were to ask her about it, she’d say that I was a charming little girl who progressively got drunker and drunker.

     

     

     

    By the time Kit Porter finally took the stage, Bette and I were old friends and I’d had a third beer. I was starting to think about how I should stop because I’m such a lightweight and how, even though I probably did my best investigative reporting while under the influence, it probably wouldn’t help me any in trying to get to Kit Porter in the first place, when Bette brought up the old “don’t I know you from somewhere” line, which I was all prepared to regard as corny flirting (and I totally wouldn’t have minded, either). Then I realized that Bette did look a little familiar.

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    4. love this POV from Alice. This must be when Kit was doing her bad drinking. Bettes beautiful smile. Waking up to that each morning .what a way to start the day.

    7. Younger Alice is so much fun. Still a little wet behind the ears, full of energy and no filter from her brain to her mouth. Interesting to see Bette single and mingling, if only to see her sister. Can’t wait for more.

    8. I don’t usually read stories when it’s just about plain love or attraction, but this one really has something to it.
      The way you write Alice and picture younger Bette is very cool and realistic and since I’ve always wondered what had happened between the two of them, I think I’m along for the ride too :)
      Thanks for this cool story.
      xxx

    9. I just started this wonderful chapter in which Alice makes this pithy statement,”And it wouldn’t have been so bad except that, in these days, I was a pretty poor motherfucker.”

      I had to pause for this comment:

      Take me with you! I am your slave!

      Ahem…

      Now, back to the story…

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