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    Comfort Enough

    Story written on August 19, 2005 by fanficchick.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=56134
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    Chapter 4

     

    She sat at the kitchen counter reviewing her shopping list. This was one of the few chores that Bette had actually always loved and never tried to shirk. They would typically arrive at the grocery store late in the evening to avoid the crowds, Tina insisting that they go up and down every aisle, Bette lingering for way too long in the gourmet cheese section. Though she knew better, Bette was a sucker for slick packaging, and she would inevitably sneak some weird new cleaning product or household gadget into the cart for Tina to discover at the checkout line.

     

    Tina doodled across the pad of paper. Suddenly, the thought of navigating her way through the fruits and vegetables all by herself felt a little more daunting than it had a few minutes ago. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do it. Clearly, she was a fully functioning adult who could manage the day-to-day machinations of life very well, thank you. But she didn’t feel quite up to making the trip alone tonight. Tomorrow morning would be soon enough. Besides, there were plenty of leftovers waiting for her in the fridge.

     

    When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Tina was relieved for the distraction. For weeks now, her friends had been stopping by unannounced, armed with everything from board games to Ben & Jerry’s. They each had their own particular style of pretending they weren’t checking up on her. Dana with her wide-eyed, “I was just in the neighborhood” and Alice with a, “You can’t expect me to eat all of this Thai food alone, can you? Do you want me to get fat?” Last night Shane had shown up with two six packs-Sierra Nevada Pale Ale for herself, and Yoohoo for Tina. “Thirsty?” she’d asked, holding them aloft with a grin.

     

    To say that Tina was completely unprepared when she pulled open the front door and found Bette standing on her threshold would have been a gross understatement. The smile of expectation that had been on her face was frozen there, as if she was waiting to have her picture taken. Bette wasn’t doing much better. She looked like she was about to walk into the principal’s office, barely able to maintain eye contact, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

     

    “Should Igo?” Bette asked, gesturing anxiously behind her to her car, parked in the spot where she had parked it for five years.

     

    “Nno. No. Do you want to come in?” Tina asked, finally regaining the power of speech.

     

    If the terms between them had been better, Bette might have tried a joke at this point. Something obvious but cute, like, “No, I’ll just hang around out here,” or, “That’s okay. I just wanted to see if you were home.” But jocularity did not seem like the wisest route to take.

     

    “Yes. I’d like to come in. If that’s okay.”

     

    Tina stood back from the door, making room for Bette to walk inside.

     

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    4. You young Ladies with the teasing and cliffhanger. So Tina is in the house so where is Bette living. Tina want cook for Helena but will have sex with her.That sound so weird. What does Bette want Thanks

    5. From: FeltHat
      Comments: I feel like my computer has screwed up and lost your second page – WHERES THE REST!!! looking forward to the next one – soon?

      From: albeez
      Comments: im with felthat. wheres the second page already. lol. cooking for 1. thats always a thrill. wow this was great.

      As you can tell, I’m with these ladies!

    6. Ok, I just screamed. I need to calm down. Where’s the rest?! Besides the obvious, which is on your computer with The Rest Of The Story! Damn you writers and your cliffhangers. God, I love this… :)

    8. I loved this:

      “Though she knew better, Bette was a sucker for slick packaging, and she would inevitably sneak some weird new cleaning product or household gadget into the cart for Tina to discover at the checkout line.”

      You must know my wife!

    14. hey fanficchick.all your stories are excellent and this one is no exception. the line “Don’t judge me too harshly…” reminded me of the song “playboy mommy” by tori amos. can’t wait for the next chapter.thanks.

    17. Simple routines suddenly become monumental tasks when steeped in memories. Even something as simple as buying milk. That’s a tough to muster the energy. I felt for Tina.

      Oh, awkward silence coupled with the deer caught in the headlights look…that’s putting your best foot forward!

      Nice cliffhanger. Arugh! LOL

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