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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 6)
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“Someone who’ll be happy splitting the rent four ways?” Spencer supplied. “It’s not that crazy.”
“I’ll figure something out, okay? I promise.”
And money didn’t seem to be so bad, suddenly, although not in the immediate sense. LA Magazine was more than happy to accept my article on Kit Porter and I’d received a response from Ms. Magazine with an assignment (and considering they paid something like $1 per word, I was extremely happy), but the whole problem was getting money immediately, which I was no good at.
All the stress over that meant that it was an entire week before I had any time to call Bette Porter and ask her if she wanted to do anything. I’d spent the entire week in and out of interviews, finally deciding that the time had come to get a steady job. Except that I hated the idea of working anywhere with food. Or children. Or people, really.
Anyway, I did call her a few times during the week just to talk, and it was totally my new favorite hobby. Seriously, like ‘Alice Pieszecki-hobbies include reading, writing, long walks on the beach, and talking on the phone with Bette’. She was a good phone person, and I really mean this; I think it’s more than the fact that she has a ***** voice. She just always has something to say, and I liked that.
At any rate, it was Saturday afternoon again when I had free time to call Bette and maybe make plans.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Bette?”
“Who’s this?”
“
“Oh. I was hoping you’d call.”
“You were?”
“Sure.”
That was comforting. “What’re you doing today? Working?”
“In a sense.”
“Oh, okay, what does that mean?”
“Well.” I folded my legs underneath me as I listened to her talk and decided that talking on the phone with Bette Porter was not only one of my new favorite things to do, it was actually my new favorite thing, period. And this was one minute into the conversation. “I told you I was thinking about opening my own gallery, right?”
“Uh… no.”
“I didn’t?”
“No.”
“Well, I am.”
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That was really funny – In fact I’m glad all my co-workers have gone home because I just fell off my chair laughing. Great chapter and thirding what techgal said.
Simply sublime!
Alice’s running commentary is just so insightful, for both of them. This quiet, sometimes introspective Bette is interesting to watch unfold. You are blending the quirky and the sophisticated nicely.
Dude u crack me up!
This is solid gold stuff, I only just like started readin it and I like read all of it, just now and man have u like got Alice down or wot!
Well Done u!
rofl. Its just so Alice. :D
You have NOO idea how much these posts & your story is keeping me entertaned at the moment!! I love them!! Please keep them coming!! x
this is great…love the little alice-logue running through her brain.
This Bette is coming across as a highly intelligent, cultured, slighly self-involved woman with a soul. Her thoughfulness of others, with Kit, Spencer and Alice shines through. She’s no Johnny one-note. Alice’s narration is a perfect vehicle for revealing her complexity.
I want to be in this story. It’s so interesting and real!
BTW, I take back my Cher comment…
damm the three amigos plus bette, funny stuff.
Moving in with bette that’s a huge step, glad alice didn’t coke again
Oh my god, I was like laughing my head off all along, this is such a great story!!
I have no troubles at all imagining them like that there when they were younger.
Good job!
xxx
techgal, thanks for the excellent comment. can i just second that?
I love it too. Really funny; and so Alice.
LMAO! You’ve got Alice down to a T – I’m lovin’ it.