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Heart-Shaped Box, Ch. 30
Dammit! Alice muttered, dropping the pieces of her broken credit card to the floor, where it joined the remains of her ATM card and her blood donor card. In frustration, she kicked the door angrily, then howled in pain and began hopping up and down on one foot. Leaning against the wall for balance, she noticed a key hanging on the wall labeled Supply Room.
Ugh, she moaned, resisting the urge to kick the offending door again as she snatched the key off the wall. How had she missed it? She was supposed to be observant; *****, that was part of her job. This thing with Dana and Shane was affecting her worse than she thought.
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Bette lay on the bed in the hotel room staring at the cieling. She was beginning to agree with Alice: had everybody and everything gone crazy? She wouldnt mind stopping the world and getting off for a moment to catch her breath along with Alice.
Bette rolled over fitfully and watched Tina sleep, suppressing feelings of jealousy over Tinas being able to rest, mixed with feelings of love as she observed her lovers sleeping form. She absently played with the ends of Tinas hair, hearing her sigh in her sleep.
Bette knew what was bothering her. She and her father had fought back when Tina was pregnant and had never made up, and not that chance was gone. Bette sighed. It could have been worse, she supposed. Kit and Melvin had been at odds for close to twenty years, rarely speaking unless necessary, and last speaking when Kit intervened on Bettes half during that last argument. She knew it had to hurt Kit to realize there would never be any forgiveness between them.
Youll figure it out eventually. The phrase ran through Bettes mind, mocking and puzzling her, as she tossed about in bed. She soon fell into a fitful sleep full of blank faces with no features. Her dreams haunted her all night.
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Kit sat up suddenly at the knock on her hotel room door. Daddy? she asked weakly, snapped out of a dream about her childhood. She glanced around, confused, before remembering where she was and why she was there. She rose and pulled her robe on, clinching it tightly around her body as she began to wonder if the knock had been part of her dream.
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that was great…and allowed me to avoid writing for another couple of minutes
Alice can get in to more trouble than any one on earth. Of all people to call about cooking is Bette. thanks
hahahahaha! god i am laughing my ass off!
I love it so much!
Nice very nice. Now com on and let us know who is at the door, I’m guessing it’s kit’s son David Waters..