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Oasis Part 8
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Helena’s house was a beautiful sprawling property by the water. I was there when she signed the papers for this beauty, years before I could afford mine, but I suppose of Peggy was my mother I could have bought this place too.
Peggy Peabody was an amazing woman who was much like a mother to me; a perfect example that being a genetic donor has nothing to do with ones ability to parent. She’s also the leader in the art world, owning eight galleries across the world and funding two schools.
One of Peggy’s favourite threats, or offers depending on interpretation is to have my photographs exhibited in her LA gallery.
“You could have called me when you found out you were going,” Helena stated, drawing me from my thoughts. “I’ve been trying to figure out why you didn’t.” She paused, leaning forward in the armchair and shifting her weight to her feet on the floor in front her.
For a moment I turned my attention away from Helena and out to the ocean beyond the window. Windows sometimes felt like lenses, and there was a safety there. A semi-invisible barrier that would protect from the realities, that pain and the harshness of the world beyond. Or in this case separate me from the beauty.
The Ocean was very misleading, it lead people to believe in tranquility and peace but there was an unseen violence below the surface. Right now that reminded me of Helena. There was an anger there, one that I wasn’t sure I could accurately put my finger on before it exploded.
“I was afraid,” I started to answer, knowing that I had to be honest here. It was Helena, one of the few people who have supported me even in my most stupidest of decisions.
I drew my attention away from the window and the water; a deceptively calm surface making it all the more enticing. Turning on the love seat, I made sure to face Helena completely, tucking my legs up under me. “Afraid of what?” I was asked before I could continue.
“I was afraid that you would try and talk me out of it.” I mumbled, becoming increasingly ashamed of my assumptions. That was one thing my friend would do, talk me out of something I wanted to do. In the 18 years I have known her, she has never done that.
“Your bloody right i would have.” Came the indignant reply, surprising me. “You’re loosing weight, you’re tired, you’re having problem catching your breath,” she counted off on her hands as she spoke. “Dana said you were having night sweats and you don’t appear to have much of an appetite.” She gentled, coming to sit in front of me, holding both of my hands.
“Is there anything else?” I knew what point she was trying to make, “Bette?”
Using my given name is never a good sign, not when it came the Helena and I. “Helena, I was sick. I got pneumonia within days of returning home from Africa.” I start to defend, hoping that her logic cap hasn’t been lost in recent years.
She is watching me, obviously listening intently. Every counter-point I am making is met with the thinning of her lips, and the narrowing of her eyes. If it was anyone else I would fear she would pounce on me like the prey that I was feeling, but Helena would never do that.
At least I hoped she wouldn’t do that to me…
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Is Bette really immune to the feelings, care and attention that veryone is focusing on her because they ar mightly afraid that she is ill beyond words. And I am too. More than the pneumnia because of the weight loss and loss of appetite. I realize the appetite may just be due to the fact that she has eaten so little in the time she was in Africa that her tummy has shrunk and she has lost the weight for that reason but it is seemingly continuing. Or is that just my imagination? Hopefully she really is ok other than pneumonia. You are writing a fantastic story. Please continue.
Is Bette really immune to the feelings, care and attention that veryone is focusing on her because they ar mightly afraid that she is ill beyond words. And I am too. More than the pneumnia because of the weight loss and loss of appetite. I realize the appetite may just be due to the fact that she has eaten so little in the time she was in Africa that her tummy has shrunk and she has lost the weight for that reason but it is seemingly continuing. Or is that just my imagination? Hopefully she really is ok other than pneumonia. You are writing a fantastic story. Please continue.
Hi, sweet Deean! Of course there are some addictions which are good! Reading your stories is our main one. Hahaha Bette’s obsession with constant traveling, for us is just a way to evade herself from her friends and family. Also, there must be something wrong with her losing weight and her sense of being tired all the time. We know that she gave her food to those kids in Africa, but… we wonder what did she eat or drink over there. We understand that Bette is a tough cookie, loves her freelance job and her passion is photography. At least she listens to Helena, who has been a longtime friend. We are anxious to see Miss Tina in action. PPS Hugs & kisses on both you cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick)
cant wait for more.I love how passionate Hela and Bela relationship is its so intense and loving.They have an understanding
Bette is in trouble with her best friend. Maybe when Tina comes into her life she will see a Doctor and take better care of her self. Being in love can do crazy things in your life let hope so for all that loves her thanks
The suspense is killing me!
That is such a wonderfully written story. Its great to see how they all care for each other such a great deal – thats the way it should work with real friends. And through all the chapters the little hints that there is just something wrong with bette (I mean with her health – cause I can totally understand her need to travel, to see the world – “to live” how you wrote it so fantastic). And now Helena brings it all down to Bette – hope they find out soon, so that they can help her with whatever it is she needs. And I have to admit that I am total Tibetter – so I`m very happy that you brought Tina into the game – looking forward to how their realionship developes! Please post soon. Thanks. :)
Hello My Beautiful Dee… When someone you love leaves retreats without so much as respecting you enough to tell you in person of course you will be hurt… from they way you describe their relationship Bette and Helena have been through a lot together… they have grown up into the woman they are because of each other and Bette in her way Abandoned the trust and love they share by retreating and ignoring certain pleas… I think that if Bette finds something in Tina that allows her to seek solace in a doctor that her friends and family who she has been possibly lying to will be hurt and feel abandoned… especially Helena… there is something deeper to there relationship not the ‘In Love” kind of love… but the familial kind of love the transcends blood… something unique that the rest even Kit doesn’t’ share with her… and I fear that she will suffer certain loses if she continues down this somewhat selfish path she is taking… I love her strength and vulnerabilities but I feel she is sick or hiding something that is literally eating at her soul in which case is affecting her health… thank you for your kind words my most amazing friend and I can only say I feel the same way in return… hope you are healing and I hope you know that if you ever need me I am here… never hesitate… never fear… love and hugs, Always and Forever, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels and ever loving Cuzzie to the ever talented Eunichick)
Maybe it is going to take Bette getting really sick before she thinks about staying home more. Thanks for the wonderful story. pps
I’m ‘Tibetan’ as well, but i could go 30 chapters just reading the friendships you are developing here. You conjure so much with few words. Love it.