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Life Happens: Return to LA
“It always seem, that right when I think I’ve found myself again, I lose myself just as quickly.” Alice’s lament came on the morning after her latest breakup.
Bette, Helena, Tina, Jenny, and Shane turned, all at once, to look at Alice. Her words hung in the air, like an uncomfortable reminder of those things that they all worried about, but worried that they shouldn’t worry about, and worried that others might know they worried about. Alice had that affect on her friends sometimes. She made them feel emotionally naked.
“well aren’t we melodramatic today?” Tina’s tone irked more than one person at the table. Helena’s mood had simmered in the red zone for much of the week—to be fair, much of the week before that as well—and she had to clench her teeth to bite back the words she wanted to say to Bette’s ex.
Bette’s ex. So why was she always around?
Sure, they were raising a child together, but did Tina have to arrive every single morning at Bette’s home for breakfast? And why did Helena get a shove out the door when Tina showed? She had her apartment to maintain, and Bette didn’t exactly shove her away, but she felt it like a cold hand when Bette gave her those ‘eyes’—the ones that said that Bette was no longer emotionally present.
Why hadn’t Bette talked to Tina about them? Helena asked herself these questions, and more, at least a dozen times a day. ‘Give it time’, Bette asked of her.
“Earth to Helena…” Alice waved her hand lazily in front of Helena’s eyes and shifted closer to the woman who had become her closest friend in the group. “Help me out here…” She said quietly.
“Sorry darling,” Helena shook free of her inner turmoil and opened her mouth to address Tina, when Bette interrupted.
“I think what Tina means to say, is that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself…” Was Bette’s weak reply, masquerading as something more confident. She had not failed to note the scathing looks being given to Tina by Helena.
“I think what Tina means to say, is that you should be harder…” Helena spoke slowly, feeling angry words rise to the surface. But she was interrupted when Tina herself rose from the table, eyes rolling in that way that had become characteristic of her in recent months. Tina walked to the bar to order herself another latte.
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Wow, you really write great dialogue, Helebette ! I must say I absolutely loved that verbal joust, even Jenny’s interpretation of Tina’s words in fact. That was hysterical, and amazingly, as crazy as Jenny might be, what she said made sense. I would even go so far as to say she was being quite lucid there. I think I like the new kind of drug she’s on. LOL !!! As a matter of fact, it seems all of your characters must have had a serum of truth or something for they are speaking their minds and not exactly hiding their feelings for once, huh ? But you know what I like the most about your protagonists ( I’m talking about B & H of course here ) ? I like the fact that Helena seems to be blasé and “disillusioned ” ( is this a word ? ), but never cynical and condescending and I also like the fact that Bette is permanently tormented by her fears, doubts and ghosts from the past, and so torn because … Well, because that’s how Bette is and probably always will be ! She’s complex ! That’s why she’s so fascinating. And I think that’s why Bette and Helena can be a good match, I believe they both feel nothing’s ever fufilling enough, nothing’s ever beautiful enough, ever good enough for them… And this is why they are potentially able to understand each other very well in my opinion. My theory is they are both passionate people, and of course a passion can be incredibly frustrating, overwhelming, and sometimes even downright painful and depressing. Anyway, enough with this futile rambling. I’m loving this Helebette ! When did you say you were going to post an update to “Ligea’s poet” by the way ? LOL !! Thanks a lot for sharing this with us.
Dinner party? You know its just not good to put too many women in the same room together, especially when some of them are ex’s of other whom they’re still in love with, who are not with they’re other ex. I know the story and that still just confused me.Jenny might very well be a bitch and a pain in the ass, but she was kinda right.
Welcome back! I’m glad to see a new chapter from this tasty story. Jenny is a bitch, but that’s what I love about her. For Bette and Helena are so cute together, and I hope that things will get better for the both of them..PPS!
Its about damn time. I loved the dialogue and I think Jenny came across perfectly because she can see the situation from the outside. PPS
Well, it’s about time! Experimenting is good; angst is good; lack of Helena & Tina catfighting… well, I’m undecided on that; the Virginia Woolf reference escaped me entirely (probably cos I wouldn’t know one if it walked up and chinned me). The chapter: good. Now then, hopefully this gets you back posting *everything* regularly. (I don’t expect much, do I? Post as you can tho.) Cheers, hb
F Jenny she is such a bitch. ait has to be hard for Tina seeing the love of her life with one of her good friends not to mention an ex. And Bette is torn because she still has feelings for Tina and she is falling in love with Helena.
I’m very glad to see this one again, helebette (still waiting on Ligea’s Poet). Shocked, but in a good way, that Jenny was the most cogent of the bunch. her assessment cracked me up. I am surprised that everyone seems so lost. Isn’t there a difference between being lost and not knowing what to do? I guess I equate being lost with a disrupted sense of self. I really hope Bette can find a way to honor Helena’s current (and presumably future) place in her life without dishonoring Tina’s place in her past. That should be some freaking cosmic dinner party. Will Jenny be the life of it?
At first I thought the Virginia Woolf reference had something to do with Alice’s opening statement about losing herself. But then I read the last paragraph. I wonder how Mrs. Dalloway’s dinner party would have gone if Alice had been one of the attendees.