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Intervention – Chpt 25
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Directly across from her, Peggy sipped her gin martini and bit into a skewered olive genteelly.
Franklin chomped on some ice and sucked it noisily from his jaw, while stirring his finger into his Beefeater’s on the rocks.
Bette surreptitiously gazed at the faces in the circle around her and took a sip of shaken Absolut, served straight up.
“Are you two sure my little darlings are being taken care of properly,” Peggy asked in reference to her pet pups.
“Mummy, Alice is more than a whiz with all kinds of animals. She befriends them easily,” Helena reassured her mother.
“Yes, I’ve met Shane, my dear,” Peggy said, again sipping her cocktail.
Clearing her throat and effectively changing the subject, Bette inquired, “So, to what do we owe this unexpected visit?”
Peggy crossed her legs.
“Why, my dear, this is an intervention,” Peggy smiled.
Helena and Bette looked at each other with shock and perplexity.
“What on bloody earth are you talking about, Mummy!” Helena exclaimed, returning her wide-opened eyes back towards her mother. “We’re all sitting here drinking. None of us are using drugs…You certainly have no right…”
“Pish Posh, Helena!” Peggy grinned. “I’m not referring to a chemical addiction. Although it might be considered such,” Peggy said, cocking her head and looking towards her right brow. “Could be, I suppose. Does it give each of you a high when you unleash your subtle sado-masochistic tortures on one another? Hmmm?”
Peggy looked back and forth into each of their disturbed faces.
“Peggy, I assure you, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Bette asserted, bracing her back against the arm of the couch.
“Oh, don’t you?” Peggy returned.
“No, she doesn’t, Mother! And I’m not sure I do either!” Helena retorted, her eyes moving to Franklin, whose head lay back on his chair wearily. “And what have we done, by the way, to deserve Franklin’s lackluster presence gracing our private affairs?”
“Why, first of all, my Darling, you jest. You know you just told me on the phone that you and Bette have been at odds this afternoon because, being of unemployed status, she feels unworthy of you. And secondly, Franklin is here because Franklin is an utter and complete fuck-up. Aren’t you, Franklin?” Peggy said, un-skewering an olive and throwing it at his face. “Tell them, Darling.”
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OMG I so missed this story but I know you weren’t in a good place to write at the moent. I’ glad you’re back though and gosh what a delight it was. I so adore little Angie, she’s just priceless ‘you’re not our friend you just go home, that’s the best I’ve heard in ages hahaha. Thanks for posting dear I loved it.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz you came back with a new chapter of this story I love and thank you. From reading your post I can understand that sometimes you just don’t feel like writing and we must understand that. Loved it and I so love Harry he’s the best!!
Nana Z! Whee! Loved the update. Never fails to put a funny smile on my face coz it’s always so full of good witted humor. I hope that things are alright on your end. Definitely looking forward to another update soon. Hint hint nudge nudge wink wink. Talk soon! ((:
hilarious…this story is such a treat..it is bangin’…love it!!!
Little children and aminals are very good judges of humans So Franklin is out. Harry is so funny.
I really needed this tonight. It has always been a joy for me to read your stories and tonight is no different. Thanks for the post!
About time, zheese. You let a little thing like your life going topsy turvy get in the way of the story? You know I hope it quickly gets back to turvy topsy, don’t you? Frankly, if I were Franklin, (say that 5 times fast) I wouldn’t need Angelica to tell me twice to leave. And Peggy resorting to violence-throwing an olive at the man like that! Even though the man should know Peggy means post haste when she says post haste, there’s no call for violence.
How awesome!!!! I laughed out loud several times! So glad to see you writing such amazing dialog! The monkey, the toad,2 pups, a fluffy pussy a kid w/mouth and Peggy…! Such fun! Glad you’re back! Noted the: ” The institution has lost its joie de vivre, it’s following, it’s verve and creativity. Not to mention its paid patronage. Without you, its cutting edge simply does not exist. It’s floundering.” …hmmmmmm… Wishing you well! B N & T >^..^<
…and I must say: you are our joie de vivre! Love the playful banter! Leave the drama to the drama queens! This is better then Bugs Bunny!
What an awesome pick-me-up after a long and tiring week! Wonderful Zheese! Thanks for sharing your talent with us!