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    Great Unexpectations Chapter 22

    Story written on September 12, 2007 by redhorse.
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    Season 5ish. Bette and Tina retreat to the sanctuary that is home.

    "Maybe a little", Bette admitted with a smile.

    "Well", Tina said. "I’ll let it go this time, but only because I still feel guilty for this morning."

    "Don’t. I should’ve just told you everything when you asked. It was just too-"

    "Shh. Only good things. Remember?", Tina purred, leaning down for another kiss. "Are you hungry, babe?"

    "Not really. I don’t think I could eat right now."

    Tina rested her hand on Bette’s shoulder. They remained. In silence. Quiet repose. Enjoying their daughter’s sleeping sighs. Her tiny chest rising as her lungs filled and her chest falling again as her lungs expelled. The smell of her hair. The preciousness of her.

    —

    At Faye’s house, Richard was looking on as she slept, still soundly on her sofa. Faye’s sleep was not as sound as it appeared, or as peaceful as Angelica’s was. The dream. The dream she’d had at least once a week since the phone call. Traditionally, nightmares were filled with extraordinary threats. Monsters. Disasters. Or filled with the most unlikely of scenarios. Attending a job interview and discovering you’d forgotten to put on any clothes. Having to spontaneously sing in front of complete strangers without the benefit of Jose Cuervo. And still other nightmares simply fed themselves on reality. Those were often the worst.

    "How could you, mother? How could you say those things to that woman? On television!!"

    "Cora, please. She was about to expose you. I was trying to protect you."

    "Protect me?? Since when? A little late for that, don’t ya think?"

    Stung. If there was anything that had the ability to inflict more pain than the cold, hard truth, it could not be fathomed at this time. At those words.

    " I don’t need your protection. I’m doing fine on my own."

    A lie. She could sense it. Cora was not fine. Aside from the foremost concern about how she was making ends meet, Faye sensed other turmoil. Cora was filled with anger. Embarrassment. Perhaps even a hint of marijuana. But most of all shame. Ashamed of her mother.

    "Cora, please-"

    "No mother. Faye. You’re Faye now. You’re not my mother anymore. I won’t be calling you. Just forget about me. Having no mother at all would be better than having you."

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    1. You made my night with this post! I love this story. Mr. Buckley….hmmm…what ya got cookin’ there redhorse? Faye is in pretty bad shape & as much as I was happy that Tina gave her the “smack down” at the Planet, you now have me feeling sorry for her. Oh, you read that correctly…It’s your fault that I actually have **dare i say it?***”Compassion” for Faye! I guess that’s the best compliment I can give you, Red. Your writing is so good, that I want Bette and Tina to help Faye find Cora. **which I know is exactly what you wanted, right?** Ciao.

    3. Seems the masses concur that this post was fabulous – who am I to disagree? LOL. I knew you still had some cleverity up your sleeve, Mr. Buckley, indeed! So a victory on the boards and on the baseball field, seems like lady luck is smiling on you Red! PPmoreS

    6. God, I love these two. What a perfect ending to an rather depressing and sad day. They will help cos thats just who they are, bit worried about Mr. Buckley.

    9. This story gets more intriquing with each chapter. Mr Buckley, the evil and horrible excuse of a man needs to have his gonads cut off and hung up to be viewed by all. On the other hand Bette and Tina have such a closeness even after all that they have been through.

    11. That was really quite heart-warming, lovely really. I wonder what they’ll decide about Faye and Cora, cos I worry about that “Mr Buckley”… quite a bit, actually. Just in case I haven’t mentioned it, I love this story, red. Thanks for the chapter.

    12. And here’s how well your writing sticks, red: I was just in the shop and went through the aisle with all the alcohol in, passed the shelf full of Jose Cuervo and immediately thought of Faye Buckley singing, which made me laugh out loud. Of course I got looks, it being a weekday before lunch and standing tittering to myself in front of the tequila, but ah well. Yeah, good times. Again, thanks!

    14. What a beautiful family, and what a perfect interlude before Mr. Buckley enters the picture. If she wants their help, Faye needs to tell Bette and Tina the full truth about her ex.

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