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    Oasis Part 16

    “Bells.”  Helena calls, pulling me from my thoughts.  Gently, she rubs the frown lines on my forehead, “thinking heavy thoughts?”

    I smile at her, “Last night.”  I tell her in a sudden burst of honesty.

    “God.”  She sighs, looking as drained as I felt last night, “sometimes I think your sister doesn’t like me.”

    I grasp her hand gently, squeezing it in sympathy.  I used to think that Kit didn’t like Helena, but as the years have passed I think I have learnt to understand my sisters motivations better, “she’s just jealous Hells.  She wants to be as close as we are, but she sees you as the competition.”  And does she ever, for years she has been competing against Helena for me; what am I, some sort of prize to be won?

    Sometimes I think I am, thankfully I do know one truth to be fact, “she loves you Helena.  Don’t let her convince you otherwise.”  Despite Kit’s need to win me over, I know that she is thankful that I have Helena in my life, and in the end she is caught up in Helena’s natural charisma.  Her love for all things, and passion for life.

    I look over at my friend, my sister and stare at her a moment.  I know it’s impolite, but sometimes I wish you could bottle that passion, or that she could share the secret…  at moments like these, I would wish for nothing more then a taste of it.

    Ashes feel far to close.

    “Bells, love?”  She questions.  I guess I have been staring longer then I thought.  I open my mouth to answer, just as the nurse calls.

    “Ms Porter.”  I feel like I have been called to the Principles office.  Helena was always great there too.  Sharp, witty and ready to admit every scrape we got into.  We always enjoyed the hours we spent with the councillor, rather then in our Math class.

    I take a deep breath and try and steady my racing heartbeat.  If I don’t calm down I will have a panic attack even before I hear the results.

    “C’mon Bette,” Helena instructs, standing an holding out her hand to me.

    I want to stand up and get this over with, to hear the news and get on with living… no matter the answer I knew I had to get on with living, but I just couldn’t.  I felt stuck.

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    1. I’ve missed this story and so happy to see another chapter. Those two are too funny for words, the way you write them leaves me jealous for not being able to know them during their school years, I know I would have been in stitches with them. Hopefully Bette will be okay and just having problems now because she ignored her health while in Africa and is having a little setback right now. Please let her be okay, she deserves to live so much longer and to meet and have a life with Tina. Thanks for posting. Post when you can.

    2. Hello there, dearest sweet Deean! There are several things in which we coincide with your point of view. One of them is that blood family is the one you automatically have and your extended family is the one you choose. That is why our extended family is so important in our lives. As a matter of fact, a special person, who shaped our character was not blood related to us. Secondly, when you speak about the reaction you have while facing a difficult or uneasy situation is completely different to anyone else’s. Some people laugh, nervously. Others, may scream, pee on their pants or even start crying non stop. Another thing that caught up our attention is that we will never be able to meet anyone’s expectations. We can only managed to handle our own struggles in life and to cherish the moments that are meaningful to us. We can only hope now that Bette may have better news and some peace of mind. Thanks for bringing back this extraordinary story. You know it is one of our favs. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick and Tias Adoradas to Patpez)

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