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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 27)

    Story written on August 17, 2005 by rachel_raj.
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    It’s cold out, but Bette wants to talk anyway.

    Chapter 27: Completely Alone With

     

    The old man who lives upstairs is named Willie Conrad and he’s my favorite person in the building that isn’t Spencer or Kyle. We kept bumping into one another all week on our way into the building. Weird hours, too. Willie’s a widower, but he’s a pretty social old guy, so he probably gets out more than I do.

     

    The first thing he said to me, when we were both looking for our keys, was, “It can’t be all that bad, can it?”

     

    “Huh?” I’d said.

     

    “Nothing’s that bad. You should try smiling.”

     

    But I hadn’t felt like it because I liked wallowing in self-pity better, so I pretended I was just too busy looking for my key to smile.

     

    The next time we saw one another, it was in the middle of the afternoon and I was juggling coffee and my laptop and he had a stack of records and a half-full grocery bag, so we both stood at the door awkwardly, wondering who was going to try and put aside their armloads first to open the door. Then we laughed.

     

    The laughing seemed to do the trick, because the old man set down his records and groceries and went to get his key. “That’s what I mean,” he’d said. “Laughing. Good for the soul.”

     

    It seemed like one of those corny things that old people always say (because let’s face it, old people are only half-human and the other half is Hallmark card), so I chuckled lamely and didn’t say anything.

     

    The third time we saw one another, I already had my key out and he’d said, “We keep running into one another,” which I found to be another one of those things that old people say. He’d added, “I’m Willie. I live upstairs.”

     

    “Alice.” I unlocked the door.

     

    “You should smile more, Alice.”

     

    “Okay, Willie.”

     

    I think he’s sort of senile, but I do genuinely like him. He reminds me of one of my grandpas, the one on my dad’s side, who’s totally the kind of grandpa who would pull quarters from your ear and sneak you some candy before dinner. So it was nearly a week after I’d met Tina for the first time and I had actually perfected my self-wallowing technique-I was an expert self-wallower.

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    2. i don’t often comment on stories, but i just had to say how much i love this story, with so many excellent stories on this site yours stands out as one of the best. I look forward to your posts, please keep writing.

    3. Loved Alice’s list. When a perfectly good person just isn’t the person. Alice, I can relate.

      Bette is getting hers. Why aren’t I cackling with glee? Gosh, she’s human! And falling in love.

      Thanks!

    4. Girl, you are so fucking funny. GEEZ. Can’t get over it. And you nail these characters in such an original way. Not only do I get a real sense of the Alice I love, but also Bette, who you capture beautifully. And now Tina too–the image of her as Bette sees her, “having a fit,” is too perfect. It was what Tina meant to be doing when she pulled her jacket off in that lawyer’s office! Damn, they shoulda given Tina another shot at that one; even in baby blue, she coulda looked a lot tougher.

      Great story. Please keep writing!

      Love it. Keep writing.

    5. This story just rocks, plain and simple.

      The way that you get into Alice’s head, but at the same time get into Bette’s is astonishing.

      Taking the foibles that are common to all of us and bringing out into the open to be inspected without judgement is a gift.

      Fantastic story.

    6. Ole people are half human and half Hallmark CardsWhat does Old people start in yrs, Heck I might be old I did like Alices list. Bette is in trouble she wants Tina ,but nothing long term.

    7. Another great chapter – Alice’s list was funny and kind of heartbreaking.

      Your dialogue is amazing. Alice’s conversations with Bette are pitch perfect.

    8. Aliceisms that I learned today:

      Old people are only half-human and the other half is Hallmark card.

      [No]one should date their mother.

      Your Alice is SO Alice she makes me bipolar: I laugh and cry. Which definitely makes her no more or less Alice than that.

      And, in my right mind, I love your fic a lot. Cheers!

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