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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 27)

    Story written on August 17, 2005 by rachel_raj.
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    Author Notes:

    It’s cold out, but Bette wants to talk anyway.

     

    Huh. Okay, that was sort of cute.

     

    I picked up the phone. “Hello?”

     

    “Are you busy?”

     

    I signaled to Sarah that everything was okay and then took the phone into the kitchen. “Bette, what’s up?”

     

    “Um.” She sounded strange. “You’re not doing anything, are you?”

     

    I glanced at the clock. “Well, it’s after midnight; I’m kind of-”

     

    “I just want to talk.”

     

    “What about?” I leaned against the counter. The movie in the other room got a bit louder.

     

    She paused. “Can we meet?”

     

    I tried to fight the feeling of how badly I wanted to. I glanced through the doorway and into the living room, where Sarah was engrossed in the movie. “Sure,” I said, exhaling, “I’m not doing anything. You’re home?”

     

    “No. I’m at work.”

     

    I snorted. “What’s new?”

     

    Bette made an irritated noise. “Al.”

     

    “Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes or something.” I hung up.

     

    Sarah looked up from the screen as I came back in, feeling a lot like the guilty ***** that I was. “Everything okay?” she asked.

     

    I bit my lip. “Uh, no, actually. It’s my mom. She’s… you know.” Elaborating too much, I figured, was too much like lying and I felt terrible to begin with.

     

    She paused the movie, frowning in concern. “Is she okay?”

     

    “Yeah,” I said quickly. “I just-I’m really sorry. She’s having a rough time of it and I should probably…”

     

    Anything was better than “Sorry, I need to ditch you so I can go talk to my ex.” My vague, stilted apology seemed to be enough because Sarah stood up from the couch and turned the television off. The guilt gnawed at me; my cheeks felt flushed. I looked at the floor.

     

    “I’ll call you,” I said quietly.

     

    “Sure,” she said easily. “I hope everything’s okay.”

     

    She was nice. I wanted to like her so much. I shrugged helplessly and smiled. “Me too.”

     

    She had her bag and jacket by now and came toward me, this wonderfully oblivious and good-natured smile on her face. I was such an *****. “All right,” she said, leaning down to kiss me. “I’ll see you around.”

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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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