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Cure-all, Chapter 14
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Come what may, maybe tomorrow she would be able to decipher this language.
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She was home.
Walheim, ‘The chosen house’.
Her house, her bedroom, fragrant with the exquisite scent of ripe grapes.
She was home and it felt great.
As she had hoped, making peace with her grandfather had not taken more than a few minutes. Surprise him with her visit, look at each other for a few moments trying to decide who should make the first move, then take the desired step in the same time and fall in each other’s arms with tears and laughter.
Peace was made and everything was good again. Well, except for the old Katel who after hugging her tight against her chest, had yelled at her for not telling them about her visit. Had she known she would have prepared some Kirsch crepes for her little maidele.
Her grandfather had been sad when she’d told him that she couldn’t stay very long. Just the weekend. She might even have to leave on Saturday… He had insisted that she could at least stay until Sunday night. No, she really needed to get back to L.A.
They spent the late afternoon walking together in their vineyard, then enjoying a delicious glass of wine on the terrasse, in front of the vines that were slowly glowing red with the sunset, until the accent-tinted voice of Katel called them inside for dinner.
She was home and she was happy.
After dinner, she settled with her grandfather near the big stoned fireplace. She smiled as he lit one of the same old cigars he had been smoking for the last 40 years. They sat together tonight just like they had always sat ever since she was a child. He would smoke in comfortable silence and she would read a book or play a game beside him…
She chuckled to herself. Her children books were long gone. And tonight, the day’s newspapers would have to do…
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She had lied.
Consciously. Coolly. Skillfully. Professionally. Wickedly. Naturally… She had lied.
To her Pappy. To Katel. To herself… She had lied, and with great delight.
She had lied because she had seen this article’s headline in the ‘San Francisco Chronicle’:
‘Tomorrow, at 4pm, at the University of California at San Francisco, Conference on Tropical Illnesses and their Treatments, by Professor Bette Porter.’
She hadn’t thought… She hadn’t hesitated… No. She had lied.
She had gone to her Grandfather and told him that she had changed her mind, that it felt really great to be home and that she would stay the whole weekend. Probably even until Monday. And that since she was staying for a few days, she should take the opportunity to pay a long due visit to her old friend Martha who taught in San Francisco. She knew well that Martha had been transferred to Boston the year before… But she needed an excuse. She needed an excuse to go to San Francisco…
She needed an excuse because she wanted to see Bette again.
And she found that lying could be so exquisite sometimes.
She drove to San Francisco in complete rapture. Recklessly. Exceeding speed limits and getting away with it. Grinning from ear to ear, her heart beating wildly with anticipation. Singing along with the radio, and laughing out loud at the host’s lame jokes. Everything looked different and beautiful. The scenery, the people, the city, the wheather. Even the usual fog surrounding the Golden Gate Bridge seemed to have decided to retreat for the day. Probably because today was not a usual day. Today was different, and she felt happy, excited, elated… alive.
At 3.50 pm, she found a miracle parking space right in front of the University. She was a bit early. Perfect. With luck, she might even be able to catch her before the conference. She rushed through the entrance of the main building, and out of breath but beaming, she hurriedly asked the desk clerk where she could find the conference of Professor Porter…
… Only to have her enchanted bubble burst into her face when she heard that the conference had finished long ago. A misprint in the newspaper, the young clerk told her, concerned about the young woman who, flushed and glowing a few seconds ago, was suddenly turning pale and unsteady.
"Are you okay, M’am?"
She didn’t reply. She turned around, dizzy, disoriented, and slowly headed towards the door. There she bumped into someone who was coming in, and as she raised her head to apologize, she froze and let out an audible gasp which was instantly echoed back by the person before her.
It was Bette…
TBC…
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Hope Tina tells Bette why she came. That he just wanted to see her. Take Bette to visit Pappys vineyards.
what twisted little situation our Tina is in, I mean on hand you have good decent partner not to mention wealthy and on the other side you have fate, destiny, other half of your soul..Hey the heart and soul what it/they want. And right now they want Bette. Pappy would be so happy.
i was going to complain that they didn’t meet this ep. but i guess they did:P! :) thanks PPS
OK, well, I realize you did post a longer chapter this time, but did you have to leave us hanging like this ? Aren’t there some kind of tacit rules that say “no cliffies after 13 chapters” or something ? Damnit !! The frustration !!! Think I might go do some yoga now… LOL ! Ok, just kidding. This was great, K, but as you can see, we can’t wait for B & T to spend more time together… and talk without risking being interrupted again… Just the two of them, you know… Although if nothing or no one interrupts them at some point, I’m afraid they might not realize that several days have passed and they haven’t eaten or slept. Hahaha ! Speaking of funny moments… So Katel speaks Yiddish, huh ? Hehehe ! I love the idea ! I can totally picture her chastising her sheine maidele for not informing them she was coming home for the weekend. Certainly, she would have prepared her room, cooked something fancy… Well, besides les crêpes au Kirsch. Ooooh, you know what ? Now that I think about it, I’d love to see Bette and Tina getting tipsy from too many crêpes au Kirsch. LOL ! I mean, think about it, if Bette were to get a little drunk, she would have to spend the night at Tina’s grandad’s place, right ? OK, I’m getting a little carried away here, we’re definitely not there yet. I’d better stop rambling and go to bed now. Very nice chapter, K. Thank you !
Well at least she doesn’t have to sit through a lecture, instead maybe then can spend some time together! PPS
Ah, I love to see a plan come together. Post soon! Thanks
So loving your story. Absolutely delicious. PPS
was Bette also late for her own lecture? (lol).. I won’t mind at all you posting a longer chapter and soonest (haha)..
Now that is the way to run into the woman of your dreams. Maybe soon, Tina will stop lying to herself and others about this obsession with Bette Porter.
well, at least bette was still there and maybe it’s better that to sit through a lecture before having one-on-one LOL
Poor Tina, what a dilemma. She’s got to follow her heart, right? Right? Pappy’s going to love Bette me thinks! PPS.
Oh in Bettes arm – More, more, more please
well now she doesn’t have to sit through thelecture… and who else would she run into… great story… bring it on babe.. we are here and waiting…
Just can´t get enough of this amazing story – but those hangers!!!! Anyway don´t let them start out as cheaters – it´s just plain wrong.
i love tina but cheating is just wrong!!! i dont care its just wrong. she must tell helena that she wants to explore her feelling to another person!!! hoo bette bette i hope u will take care of tina, she must be hurting by the door.
ahhhh! yey. hopefully tina will tell why she was there………
Yes they meet again!!!! Yeah.PPS
Poor Tina, now let Bette made it better!