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    I Fall Behind pt.13

        Bette kicked off her heels and watched them fall
    side by side in the grass of someone’s lawn. Well, Bette thought, that
    settles it. I’m going to become a homeless person. I need to find a
    shopping cart, some gloves, and a scarf.

        At that moment, a car came screeching to a halt a
    few feet away from where Bette stood. The driver’s side door sprung
    open and Kit flew out. Bette involuntarily cringed at the furious
    expression on her sister’s face.

        “Bette Porter get your ***** in the car!” Kit was
    speaking soft and low, almost hissing. Bette bit her lip and bid
    goodbye to her dream of escaping into a life on the streets. She
    compliantly ducked into the passenger side of Kit’s car.

        “What’s gotten into you, huh?! James almost gives me
    a heart attack, calling me to ask when you’re coming back! Coming back!
    I said, ain’t my sister right there in your gallery? What ‘s that boy
    talking about? Why did you leave and where have you been?”

        Bette cowered slightly into the seat as she listened
    to Kit’s outburst. “Nothing, Kit.” She couldn’t speak past a mumble.

        “Speak up girl!” Kit gripped the steering wheel
    tight as she tried to calm down. She tried again. “Bette, tell me. What
    happened?”

        Bette stared out the window. She realized that she’d
    wandered into a nice quiet street, lined with big gated homes. She used
    to want to live in such a street, in such a house, but now she knew
    that was only a dream. Bette Porter, the idiot currently riding in her
    big sister’s car and getting a stern talking-to, would never be able to
    buy a house of her own.

        Kit glanced at her sister’s profile and sighed sadly. Kit, you just made it worse didn’t you?

        “Okay Bette. It’s okay. You tell me when you’re
    ready.” Another deep sigh. “Where do you want me to drop you off?”

        Bette wanted to say ‘drop me off right here and I’ll
    just find me a nice hollow and build a nest’ but instead she mumbled,
    “Please take me to my apartment, Kit.”

        Upon reaching the apartment, Kit followed Bette up.
    She stared as Bette went into her bedroom and some minutes later
    emerged wearing a robe. “Kit, could you just let yourself out? I’m
    going to take a shower. And… thank you.”

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    Comments

    1. There are very few stories that have such a huge obstacle for our B/T to cross…this one I’m not sure is going to be successful…how can you fight someones past to such a degree as tina’s….interesting times ahead!!!

    2. There are very few stories that have such a huge obstacle for our B/T to cross…this one I’m not sure is going to be successful…how can you fight someones past to such a degree as tina’s….interesting times ahead!!!

    3. Bette is really ill. I’m so sorry for my earlier flippancy. BTW “True Colors” – great song! check out ‘The Body Acoustic’, Cyndi Lauper’s new album. It’s great! Amazon has it (hint). Thanks for moving this story from the surreal to the sublime. Tina as Judy Holiday, the hooker with the heart of gold.

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