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    Jess — Plan B; pt. 41

     

    As I bypass mom and Aunt Shane, sitting at the table, and head for the fridge, I guess somehow mom must have guessed that something was bothering me.

     

    “Jess.” Sure, now I have to be at her beck and call.

     

    I poured myself a big glass of juice, first. I need to keep up my energy during this time of great troubles.

     

    “What?” I asked, coming into the dining room. After all, I’m not one to shout at someone from another room.

     

    Then she gave me that empathy smile. The one that she does when she knows that I’m not going to be okay with what she’s going to say, but she’s going to say it, regardless.

     

    “You know I wouldn’t have asked Bette to stay if I didn’t think that it would be good for you.”

     

    Sure, mom. Pawn off the kid, who doesn’t need anyone to stay with her, I might add, on the nearest available possibly-single-but-we’re-not-sure woman. I shrugged.

     

    Then mom took hold of my hand. That’s when she’s really trying to convince me of something, she does stuff like that. “I’d like for you to get to know her. I think she’s changed.”

     

    “But..” Oh no, I blurted that out without thinking. Now I’m going to have to come up with some more as mom does that patient-waiting face. “But you don’t know her, mom.”

     

    “I think it’s time we got to know each other again.”

     

    That did not sound promising. “Why? How do you know she’s not some great international criminal who’s just looking to expand her operations to the west coast?”

     

    It’s bad enough when mom giggles. It’s worse when Aunt Shane joins in. Not that Aunt Shane giggles, per se, but she does this little laugh that’s as close as she gets. And they’re both laughing at me, which started that blushing thing again.

     

    If mom wasn’t holding me in place I’d have been back in my cell in seconds.

     

    “Jess.” Now she’s shaking the arm a little bit, and her voice is back to serious. “Jess, look at me.”

     

    Not the eye contact thing. But I guess I have no choice.

     

    “It’s taken me some time to realize this, but she really does love you. She loved you enough to respect my wishes when we were having our problems.”

     

    Want some truth, mom? Near as I can tell, here’s some truth. “She deserted us.”

     

    Now mom looked sad. Maybe the truth isn’t really always a good thing.

     

    “There was a lot going on, Jess, but, basically, she respected my wishes and left.”

     

    I notice that both mom and Aunt Shane have the serious thing going on. Perhaps they are both telling me the truth about Bette Porter. Still, if she was so sad about leaving me, why’d she come back for mom?

     

    “Whatever.” I give a shrug.

     

    This is not a conversation I’d escape without crying, and I don’t want to cry today.

     

    “Well, if you have any questions, we’ll talk later.”

     

    Yeah, later, like, how about you don’t go, and we talk tomorrow about the mistake you almost made. I shrug.

     

    “Unless you’d like to join us now.”

     

    Um, back to that crying thing. I’m not ready to talk. “I need to study.”

     

    Not that that’s exactly a lie. I mean, I don’t really plan to study right now, but I do need to study.

     

    “Okay. Mom pats my hand before releasing it.” She gives me another smile. “We’ll talk later.”

     

    As I head back to my room, I don’t see why I can’t stay with Aunt Alice. I know Aunt Shane’s out of town. I’ve stayed with both of them before.

     

    Now, instead, I’m staying with the criminal.

     

    If she corrupts poor, innocent me, I hope mom realizes that it’s her fault.

     

    As I get back to my room I remember that I left my juice on the table.

     

    Drat!

     

    (tbc)

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    Comments

    1. How can you feel ignored when so many of us wait with baited breath for every new update? So, Tina asked Bette to leave? This is new information and will perhaps help me understand her motives better. So far, I had wondered why she was so willing to forgive B if B had fled and abandoned the family. Thanks again. Back to waiting.

    2. This line cracked me up… I mean, I don’t really plan to study right now, but I do need to study. Typical teenager. I love the way you write Jess. I love the whole story. Please don’t feel ignored.

    3. this is so much like home…only i had teenage boys…but my daughter is getting there (she’s 9)… so i’m learning a lot…love this and please continue

    4. that girl need to grow up i know it must to be hard for her but she dosent even want to try and she dosent know the truth oh and neither do I ..lol..great chapter as always

    5. I’m especially looking forward to hearing more of what kept Bette away all these years…and I actually enjoy your occasional mischief…but I continue to comment regardless.

    6. You are not ignored. You just have lazy readers. Keep up the good work! Bette and Jess together. That’s going to be rich! I’m putting on my body armor in preparation for the next chapter – battle royal at the Kennards’!
      Thanks for posting!

    7. You must be one of the most popular writers because it took a while for my page to load!

      Bon Bons…bon bons for your.

      Great story, I just love Jess point of view, ha, ha, She sees Bette as a criminal who’ll corrupts poor, innocent Jess. Ha, ha.

    8. Pseud, I love this story. So many tymes you read a story and want to know the other characters point of view. You’ve done a great job, telling this story and a even better job of keeping each character individual, with their own voice.

    9. Since attention will garner more posts, keep on posting. Jess’ reactions seem quite realistic. Hoping the next chapter will show some B & J interaction.

    10. Pseud, don’t feel ignored! I love your story. Love it, love it, love it. If I see you’ve posted a new chapter it’s the first thing I read. I think the story is clever, funny, heartbreaking and hopeful all at the same time. Are you feeling better?

    11. OMG P please don’t feel ignored but I can only type so much with one hand before I get pissed and feel like tossing my labtop out the window. I think Jess might have read a little to much fan fic with Bette as the smuggler. I was laughing so hard at the door part, just last night I ran into the front door thinking it unlocked. The funny part was I didn’t have keys, and was locked out, and it gets even better cause I’m house sitting so the neighbors must of love watching me climb over the railing of the back porch. And crawl through the doggy door, I tell you I must of pissed someone off cause karma has hurt.

    12. All Jess needs to do is to throw the back of her hand across her forehead and tip her head back and she would truly be a drama queen. Hmmm, could we have the makings of a WWF like Smackdown between Jess and Bette? I can only imagine what Tina’s cell phone bill is going to be like with the two of them left to each other.

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