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One Day Soon (13)
She grins, “So then, what are we having?”
Bette’s House, Spaulding Square, West Hollywood.
The smell of mushrooms and bacon hit my senses the second I entered the house, if I didn’t know better I’d assume Alice was here, after all, she pestered me for almost a year before I showed her how to make my famous pasta salad. However, the sight of the kitchen lends itself to the assumption that Alice has been nowhere near, I’ve watched her and Bette cook before, and dealt with the devastation many times afterwards.
I follow the sound of laughter from outside; mother and daughter soaking themselves in the pool. It’s with great restraint that I pull my eyes away from Bette’s upper body, clad so aesthetically in a simple black bikini. There’s no evidence of dinner out here either, I’m assuming therefore that she’s cleared the catastrophe away or else decided, right off the bat not to go there.
She smiles at me, a sort of anguished smile, as if my presence here is both appealing and heart wrenching. We fell so easily back into each others company; when she told me she was coming back for me and not just because it failed with Jodi, all the anxiety and the bad feeling just melted away. Leaving this space where we’re free to be easy with each other once again. My skin tingles ever so slightly at the sight of her, remembering that I wormed my way free of her grip this morning, releasing myself, reluctantly from her grasp. She murmured sleepily, opening one eye halfway to gaze upon me as I finished dressing for work. There’s something about this new Bette that makes me want her eyes upon me every second of the day.
Angie flops across the pool towards me, showing me how agile she’s become, she’s just like Bette, a water baby.
“Hi baby …”
I hold my arms outstretched and raise her from the water. Bette watches, another time she would have winced as Angie’s wrestling arms and legs put pool water all upon my nice new suit. Same old Bette who I worried would keep the house clinical and fence our baby in, she’s defied me over and over and it’s something I’m still learning, that she’s a great Mommy.
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(56 votes, average: 3.70 out of 5)
you’re completely cute, i have to get that out of the way first. second, fantastic chapter…i liked a lot. i don’t have a lot of time on my silly computer battery and this silly coffee shop doesn’t have plug in thingys that i can see, but damn good show babe!
Pure excellence!!!!!
Progress! Excellent sofa, just excellent. More of everything when you can. I can wait when it’s this good. Cheers
So, so good. I love everything about your writing.
This is so GOOD!
This is so GOOD!
Wow, all the emotions flowing out of both women. If they can get past the hurt, anger and lost feeling then there is a chance of making it work and this time doing it right.
Awesome. How can these two not be together. I just love what a great job your doing with they’re emotions. They know each other so well. This Bette, she has every intention of being all that Tina needs.
another fabulous post, Sofa. The girls seem to be finding their rhythm with each other again, no matter how tenuous. It parallels little Boo so nicely. Baby steps, but forward steps none the less. Thanks for these updates, can’t wait for more.
First???!!! Silent, Silent – Love your stories. Try to post more often
Wow, among other things it seems Bette’s learned to be a psychic empath, at least where Tina and Angelica are concerned. This bodes well.
More please!
bloody brilliant, thank you so much for this deep story…more plz…
Still digging it. Glad that you are back.. two great updates.
:)
That was awesome, love it!
Awesome….13 chapters of totally awesome writing. The emotions your characters portray are palpable. I love this story and await with baited breath your next post!
Wow i have read most of ur stories and just love them all! in this i say it is about time these two are talking well at least trying to talk, they really need to say what they are thinking and actually say it!
so perfect