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    Intervention – Chpt 3

     

    Helena looked at Bette aghast. She took a deep drink from her stemware and replaced it on the table.

    “Whatever are you talking about, Bette Porter?”

    “Don’t play coy with me, Helena.”

    “Bette?!”

    At that moment, the waiter returned with Bette and Peggy’s drinks setting them at the appropriate places.

    “Thank you,” Bette said.

    “I’ll have another as well,” Helena barked.

    The young man lingered, admiring Helena’s eyes.

    “Post haste!” Helena raised her voice.

    “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot. I will return with your ‘Post Haste’ at once,” he said, scurrying off.

    “Imbecile!” Helena muttered.

    “Nitwit,” Bette retorted softly.

    “Simpleton,” Helena grinned.

    “Jackass,” Bette accused.

    “Dolt,” Helena smiled.

    “Do you think at his return you’ll get a drink or a sauce?” Bette broke down laughing and asked.

    “It’s not what I’ll get that’s the question, it’s the when!” Helena howled with amusement.

    “Well, I see you two ladies are having fun,” Peggy said, appearing from nowhere, picking up her drink and taking a healthy dose.

    “Yes, we are, Mummy,” Helena replied, giving Bette a quick look for confirmation.

    Bette nodded with a smile and sipped her newly acquired vodka.

    “Good!” Peggy said, replacing her glass on the table. “I must be off.” She plucked another shrimp from its dish and bit down.

    Bette and Helena glanced at one another, gravity filling the air between them.

    Peggy chewed quickly and swallowed. “You’ll have a wonderful time!”

    “But! Mother!” Helena protested mildly.

    “Darling, you’ll enjoy the evening much more without an old hasbian like me,” Peggy predicted, her eyes meeting Bette’s.

    “But, but, Peggy…you haven’t eaten yet,” Bette complained.

    “No, more importantly, Bette, you haven’t eaten,” Peggy replied, turning on her heels. She cast a look over her shoulder. “Ta Ta!” she bid, casting a wink at her daughter. “See you soon.”

    Helena reached for her drink and downed it. She closed her eyes. She felt the elixir bathe her tongue, her throat, her insides. ‘Liquid courage’ they called it.

    Opening her eyes, she met Bette’s curious gaze.

    “Well.” Helena said awkwardly.

    “Yes…’Well’…” Bette returned in kind.

    After several contemplative moments Helena spoke again.

    “So, Bette?”

    “Yes,” Bette answered, drawing her esses out long.

    “Why were you and Mummy discussing my pussy when I arrived?”

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    Comments

    1. Oh, Helena is absolutely priceless. LOL! From their interaction, it almost appears as though Helena is attempting to rekindle Bette’s interest… I wonder what may or may not have happened before…Fantastic story Zheese!

    2. “Too much time on my hands” … who wrote/sang that? Um…e-chickaroonie…well, I’m a funny person…what can i say…?…not as funny as funnyone though…She rocks! **Runs away to cook dinner**…**Returns sheepishly back**…um…East…I want everyone to know what a wonderful writer you are. You wrote one of the most beautiful Helebette stories I’ve ever ever read…the Malibu story! Absolutley outstanding.

    3. Well, with Peggy driving the conversation, what else would they talk about? Shucks zheese, I’m over here scuffing my toe in the dirt cause of your compliment. It is implicit in my long readership that I find YOU funny, and much more. Now, I certainly don’t mind Peggy leaving the girls alone-I want to see what develops. But bring Peggy back from time to time to keep the humor/embarrassment factor up, please. By the way, I notice Peggy left without leaving a tip for the waiter. Talk about playing with the hired help.

    4. Leave it to Peggy to get things moving in the right direction (LOL). And out of the 3 of them I can’t decide who has the funniest one liners….

    5. Now look who posted again :) are we playing the game tag you’re it LOL. but I’m not complaing it was nice to read you as usual and that ast sentence of Helena was just hilarius, seems she got a little of her mummy’s humor afterall. Can’t wait for more darling.

    6. that last sentence was hilarious!! xD Do I sense a Belena story here?? Hope so ;) I like your story. I’ve been reading it since you first posted, sorry if just now I left a comment =/

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