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Intervention
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Somehow she felt Peggy’s concern. She trusted her. And she was on her third double Grey Goose martini. A balanced level of intoxication allowed a dam of inhibitions to burst.
“Peggy, it’s quite simple. I’ll make this concise. I have a daughter to help raise. I’m alone. I’ve been out of work for some time. I have obligations. I’m scared. I want to give to my daughter the simple things she wants and needs to have a full life. Tina has moved on. I want to as well. And I’ll be damned if Tina will give her everything. Can’t I give her something?”
Bette raised her glass to her mouth for another river of vodka to swill inside.
Peggy watched thoughtfully, leaning forward, as this albeit strong, but now distraught woman, upon partaking, tried to release not only her longings, but her pain.
Leaning back with a sigh and replacing her glass on the table, Bette again clutched at the nape of her neck with her fingers attempting to relieve the stress.
“My darling,” Peggy whispered, taking Bette’s free palm, “you need a massage. My dear …”
Peggy’s cell phone rang, cutting off her speech. She retrieved the annoying monstrosity from her purse.
“Yes, darling, I’m here. I’m waiting. See you soon.”
As Peggy returned her phone to her bag, Bette said, “I’m sorry, Peggy. Obviously you have another engagement. How blind of me. I should leave.” Bette started to stand.
“Nonsense!” Peggy replied, grabbing Bette’s hand. “Sit!”
Bette lowered herself to her seat obediently. She felt fortunate to have engaged the company of this generous and revered woman this evening.
“Garçon!”
Again the waiter appeared immediately.
“Three shrimp cocktails! Post haste,” she exclaimed.
“Very good, Madame,” the young man said, hurrying away, although wondering what ‘post haste’ meant. He wasn’t about to ask the austere woman. He would ask the chef later the ingredients of a post haste shrimp cocktail. He only knew it imperative that he deliver as soon as possible.
“My dear, there are many things I wanted to give to my daughter over the years. Some were simple. Some were, or still seem to be, impossible. Referring back to what you said earlier, what would you like to give your daughter right now?”
Bette looked into Peggy’s eyes. Her problems were many. But one stood out from her Sunday excursion to the mall with Angelica.
“We went to the pet store this weekend, Peggy. She wants a kitten.”
Peggy laughed. “And what is the problem with that, my dear?”
“Peggy! I only have Angelica every other weekend! How am I supposed to take care of a cat, just so she can enjoy it on the few days she’s there each month? A pet requires responsibility. It shouldn’t be my responsibility. It should be hers!”
Peggy threw herself back into her seat laughing uproariously.
“What’s so funny?” Bette asked, appalled at Peggy’s seeming inconsideration for her predicament.
Regaining control of herself, Peggy plainly explained.
“Bette, my dear, I’ve been in your situation. Many years ago. Helena wanted a kitten. Stubborn child. She virtually locked herself in her room until I agreed to get her one. She promised me she would take care of it. I told her I would not feed it, nor would I allow the servants to feed it. I told her it would need love and attention. Hers and hers alone.”
“And did she? I mean, did she behave responsibly as you required?” Bette asked.
“Oh, my heavens, yes, my dear. You should have seen her!”
“Really? Helena? I can’t imagine,” Bette exclaimed.
“I know it’s hard to envision, my dear. But Helena was an utter whiz at taking care of it,” Peggy boasted.
A shadow overcame the table.
Expecting the shrimp cocktails, Bette and Peggy peered up.
“Well, there you are at last, darling,” Peggy smiled.
Clueless to the conversation, Helena inquired while smiling hugely, “I was a whiz at taking care of what, Mummy?”
“Why, taking care of your little pussy of course!”
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What a punchline.. wonderful!
WOW!!! What a line to end this chapter on!!! I so love Peggy!!!! Glad to see your back. Thanks PPS
Perfect! You actually made me laugh out loud! Although we expect nothing less from the Mighty Z !!!! (esp.like: fingering it genteelly….you have no recourse but to let that word roll through your mouth! Like – indubitably!!! Please hurry – post haste – but not hastily! >^..^<
Thank goodness you have returned! Such a wonderful surprise! The story was touching and humorous as always! Please more…
I love Peggy Peabody! You wrote Peggy perfectly and the last line was spot on priceless. Fantastic chapter, zheese!
You always give Peggy the best lines: “My Dear, you should know barracudas have no manners and don’t wait for Mummies to leave.”
Great story! You have such a talent at writing Peggy so well, it’s almost scary. Can’t wait to read more! Please post when you can.
Indeed a great line
I’m intrigued and this is a great start to what i hope are many chapters to come, PPS!
YAY Z is back. This was too funny. Peggy just rocks, and of course, Bette and Helena are always wonderful and sorely missed. Write more again soon, indeed post haste! That was great, the poor waiter wondering what a poste haste shrimp cocktail was.
LAUGHS. That was brilliant and hilarious! (: PPS. Looking forward to where this story goes. ((: I heart Helena. (:
That is an excellent excellent start, Zheese !! And by the way, glad to see you back ! It seems it’s been a while since you’ve last been around, Zheese. And, as you may know, we’ve missed your stories and amazing talent a lot. Can’t wait for your next installment ! Thank you !
Hope you post again soon. Can’t wait to see where this goes. I love Peggy.
ok I was already interested in the this story from the beginning but the last line uttered from Peggy’s lips absolutely sealed the deal. LOL
Excellent chapter and of course we want more since it was laced with just the right amount of humor, yet you can foresee what’s to come, and I can’t wait.
OMG you little rascall so you were indeed serious when you mentioned this to me earlier! I loved it and of course we want more post haste as Peggy demanded.
By the way welcome back sweetie, you were truly missed in fanficland.
that just really brightened up my day! i really missed this place and i feel so good to come back to wonderful stories from you and everyone else.
Hahahaha that was hilarious!!! xD Helena is always a target for Peggy’s sense of humor =P
Hardee har har! Another chapter mademoiselle, post haste.
OMG… your back… woooo hooooo… that is freaking awesome… I have missed you and your words so so much… yay… super duper freaking awesome… I needed this so much… and well you my friend are so freaking brilliant… I love how you masterfully handle both Bette and Peggy… and yes you must continue forever… you can never ever have time off again… you hear me young lady… tsk tsk… you must write and write often… woooooo hooooo… as for that last line… freaking awesome… mucho love and hugs my amazing friend… and meows… from Justin/Pearl and Buster…
Z what can I say that I have missed your stories of B&H and I love it!! This is a great start you always know how Peggy acts and then of course of our fav couple. You have indeed been missed Z!!!