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Oasis Part 19
Smiling at her, I nodded my head slightly. I wasn’t any more hungry then I was 5 minutes ago, and there was a part of me that was sure that the drink would make a reappearance; there was just a happiness that didn’t exist moments ago, a feeling of unconditional love and caring that melts me every. single. time.
Grinning herself, Helena leaned against the door jam, one foot crossing over her other leg and resting against the jam as well making the perfect picture; she was relaxed and happy. I did that by a simple aquiessence… To have the power to make someone smile is heady, and one of the most important and valuable powers one could ever possess.
“How do you feel about some retail therapy today?” Helena asked, hers eyes crinkling at the corner with her smile.
“I would love you Hels, but…” Why do people always pause after the ‘but’? It’s something that seems to happen consistently for dramatic affect on television, especially serialised daytime soaps. Where subtext is text, and they talk about everything.
Daytime Television the easiest thing to watch when your brain is about the explode – or if you’re Alice.
“But…” Helena prompts, her smile firmly in place, “you can never have enough boots Bells.”
Such a low blow from the brunette, she is trying to snare me by promises of new boot like apparel. Next it’ll be earrings. My obsession with both has been a source of much laughter and recriminations from my friends and family, and they often promise me new earrings when they want me to do something for them, despite my desire to run the opposite direction.
Apparently I am a whore. A shiny leather whore.
Laughing at my own joke, I looked up to Helena who had her head cocked to the side. It never ceased to amaze me how much she could like like a woe-be-gone puppy, and the cute tilt of the head in question.
“Over active imagination,” I explained.
She nodded, “So, we’re shopping?” She asked, obviously waiting for the answer.
I smile at her, a little wanly. It was one of those times where it was impossible not the let her down. There was a part of her that was looking forward to spending time with me, doing something we both loved. If there was a way that I could make it a win/win situation for the pair of us, I’d do it, but there wasn’t.
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Hi there, dear sweet Deean! It is indeed in time of need, that we seem to remember small and minor details that we forget to think of. While Bette tries to find some sugar and cream, to please her visitor, she realises that none of them are available. It is obvious that her numerous trips have been priority in her life and not the common supplies to her home. Her call for help to her father, seemed like her final acceptance that something is wrong with her and that she needs those she loves around her. As for the connection with Tina, we believe that the book they are going to prepare, could be Bette’s legacy and proof of all the work she has accomplished abroad, during all these years. It was sweet to see that Tina feels so comfortable at Bette’s house that she could catch her sleep for a while. At the same time, we feel that Bette also finds that peace in the presence of Tina and does not object the blonde could see her tears. This was a sad, but meaningful chapter. Thanks for the update, dear friend. PPS Hugs & kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick and Tias Adoradas to Patpez)
God, your writing gives me chills. Beautifully tragic chapter as usual. What is going on with Tina? PPS.
What a great chapter. We were able to see that Bette is really going to need her loved ones and that just maybe she will find a new love….thank you for this story and I can only hope that Bette beats the odds. pps