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    Lady Slayer

    Tina sighed and lifted her sunglasses onto her head, giving her a clear view of the building she was about to walk into.  The government building where she could shut one door and run through the open door that was in front of her.

     

    With the envelope full of signed documents she took a deep breath and pushed the heavy glass door…

     

    ***

     

    Bette wandered around the home that Lily and her mother had made their life, and the place that she always found that comfortable retreat.

     

    It was the place she had called home for the last week in physical terms, but for a lot of years in emotional terms.

     

    She faced the door she had been avoiding.

     

    Lily’s bedroom.

     

    It felt like an intrusion but she needed to go in there. Not only for the practical reasons of necessary paperwork that the funeral home had asked for, but she needed to enter this room for every emotion that ran through her body.

     

    She had promised Lily that she would take care of everything, anything that needed to be done, she would do it.

     

    And she wouldn’t break that promise. Ever.

     

    Bette took a deep breath and pushed the door open. 

     

    She should have expected it really… 

     

    Everything was in perfect order.  The bed was made precisely with the patchwork eiderdown that she remembered Lily and her mother talking about when they had bought it.  She smiled as she noticed how fresh it looked, even after all these years.

     

    There was a cushion in the centre, one she hadn’t seen before but with the stitching on it, she guessed that it would be one that her mother had made at some point.

     

    She ran her fingertips gently over the surface of the bed as she inhaled the aroma of the room.

     

    Lavender…, why did older people always have a similar aroma of lavender in their homes…? Bette smiled, it was a combination of smells, but there was a distinctness within… Patchouli. And now that she could identify the smell it seemed stronger than the lavender.

     

    Bette sat on the side of the bed and closed her eyes.

    Comments

    1. Absolutely perfect! You have captured everything necessary in this chapter to bring so much of Lily’s life to a close properly. Mate, the note just sent chills down my spine. It’s so true that in love, one must take tender care of the other ones heart. Let’s watch that tenderness unfold through your delicate hands. Jo, you never cease to please. A brilliant and gifted writer indeed. I think a certain someone else would have been proud of the way you brought Lily to life in this fic. A great honor, and a great service. xo

    2. Wow Jo, another fabulous chapter! You write so beautifully and the emotion just drips from the page. I have a feeling that Bette won’t be alone too long; Tina senses she needs her.

    3. Jo it eems that I can never find enough words or the right words to tell you how much I enjoy your writing. This chapter was so beautfully written and expressed all the love, and care that one feels for ths specal someone. Your writing and your words are so eloquent and I love everything that you write. So happy to see you back. Post when you can.

    4. This is such a beautiful story. I cried again and still can’t get enough. I feel so sorry for Bette and what she’s going through. Can’t Tina make some sort a plan to go back for the papers. She has to know and feel how much Bette needs her. I’m sure she also knows how Bette will hold her feelings inside and not ask for her to come home. So sad…but I’m sure you’ll bring them together when the time is right. Please let it be soon. PPS

    5. So touching, and perfectly written, you always have been and always will be the one who touches our hearts and move us in a way that no one could. Thank you so much. Post soon and have a great weekend.

    6. I absolutely adore you writing, Jo. I had to read it twice just to savor every word… that note had me teary-eyed. I hope I’m misunderstanding your note that you anticipate only one more chapter… I’m never prepared for your stories to end. Thanks for the lovely read!

    7. Always glad to see your name, mate. What a great way to end my day! This was an amazing post… hey anything you write is amazing! Such a moving story!P.S Why is this Frisky one distracting you? I think you need to ignore the Badger… we need more updates from you! =)

    8. You made me cry. Knowing how broken Bette is and her inability to reach out to Tina was heart breaking. I am glad that Tina trusted her gut feelings about Bette. I hope she can get to her and ease her burden. Beautifully written!

    9. Jo, I just finished this chapter after reading the whole story last week-end and this, I have so many emotions running through my head I could never put them all down here. Just know it ever posed the question again, if your stories ever changed someones path in life, you can say “Yes they have” Thank you so much. Md

    10. You just described the exact feelings one has when we lose the most important person who has shaped and made our lives important. Yes, that lump on our throats is unavoidable, plus the feeling of emptyness, which represents the imminent “absence” of that person. After grieving, you are comforted that the memory of such an extraordinary person remains and lives in your heart. However, the sting always surfaces, when you remember that such a special person is not there, with you. Thanks, Jo. You really honored, with dignity, the Lillys who have touched and made us better people. Sincerely, Lucero & Marsha – JC’s Salsa Aunties, from Mexico City

    11. Beautifully done, Jo. You were really able to describe Lilly’s kind spirit throughout this story and the note she left for Bette, continued to show how unconditionally she loved her. It broke my heart that Bette couldn’t pick up the phone to tell Tina she needed her. Let her in Bette ! Let Tina be there to help you during this time of sorrow. PS.

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