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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.

     

    “Uh huh,” I agreed and turned to watch her leave, watch the door shut.

     

    I’m so lame.

     

    ***

     

    Bette was standing outside of her gallery. The doors were locked and all the lights were off, her car parked right in front. It was a cooler night than most and my jacket didn’t seem sufficient; Bette was pacing outside wearing a dark leather duster. She looked embarrassed when I stepped out of my car.

     

    “Hi,” she said, and then: “I’m sorry; this is ridiculous.”

     

    I shrugged, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket and drifting toward her. “Weird place to meet.”

     

    “I was closer here than I was to home.”

     

    “Where were you?”

     

    “Tina’s.”

     

    “Oh.” I frowned. I wondered what I should ask first of the many questions I had. I tried to bite my tongue, but I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “I was sort of on a date when you called.”

     

    Bette looked momentarily perplexed, but didn’t apologize. “Were you? Why’d you come, then?” The cars on the street honked in punctuation to her question.

     

    I shrugged again. “Thought you needed me.”

     

    She didn’t reply. I don’t know why I expected her to admit that she did need me (or else why would she have called?) or even thank me for leaving in the middle of a date. But I did. Expect it, I mean.

     

    I exhaled, leaning against the wall of the building and rolling my head over to look at Bette, who was pacing lazily. I waited impatiently for her to speak, but she didn’t, and I was cranky from the cold so I said, “So? What?”

     

    Bette licked her lips and stared at the ground. “I couldn’t do it,” she said.

     

    I raised my eyebrows expectantly. “I need more than that, Bette,” I said simply.

     

    I watched her clasp and unclasp her hands together a few times before she said, “With Tina, I mean. I was going to-I could have. I couldn’t.”

     

    I couldn’t tell if it was relief or dread that spread through my body, and that in itself sort of worried me. Puzzled, I said, “You called me to tell me that you didn’t sleep with Tina?”

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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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