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Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 6)
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“I think I will!”
“How will you get in? She hardly knows you.”
“I… I mean, I could dress up in one of those ***** nurse costumes, sort of situate myself into the clinic. Wait. Do they have nurses in rehab? Probably not.”
“***** nurse costume, huh?” Bette looked amused. “That I’d like to see.”
I paused. Was Bette Porter flirting with me? With me? *****. Good thing I wasn’t drinking anything.
Oh, wait. Except I was. And now I’m choking.
Bette patted me on the back. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Wrong… went down the wrong pipe.”
Bette smirked and went back to reading. I couldn’t believe how extremely far from smooth I was. I was the least smooth person in the world. She probably wouldn’t flirt with me again after I acted so weird.
Weird or not, she apparently didn’t mind me too much, because she drove me all over the entire ***** world all day, just so we could finally stand in the middle of this stupid, abandoned warehouse and say, “Yeah, this is the one.”
Okay, maybe it wasn’t all over the world. It was really just all over
The first two were suck. They were cramped and had like, no windows, and I swear that someone definitely died in the second one because nothing else would explain the smell. Bette tried to argue, all: “Well, we’d get rid of the smell before we opened the gallery,” but I knew better than her; I said: “Bette, if someone died in here? That smell’s never coming out. Besides, you’d have to deal with that whole haunted thing and that can’t be good for the art.”
The third one was my favorite and Bette’s favorite, although we didn’t realize that until two hours later when we’d looked at probably, I don’t know, fifty-billion others. It was big and spacious and had lots of windows and didn’t smell like death and it was in a great location, and-
“And expensive as *****,” said Bette as we drove back for as second look. I was exhausted. You don’t realize how exhausting driving around and looking at buildings is until you actually do it.
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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.