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    Frozen – Chapter 1 – Prelude to a storm

    Story written on April 4, 2014 by Bette0Porter.
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    Chapter 1 The only sounds in the room were a low humming and a clink of flatware and plates. It was morning and Kit offered to make breakfast for all of us. In the background, I could hear the TV: the weatherman was announcing that a freak snowstorm was approaching Los Angeles and we’d better

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    The only sounds in the room were a low humming and a clink of flatware and plates. It was morning and Kit offered to make breakfast for all of us. In the background, I could hear the TV: the weatherman was announcing that a freak snowstorm was approaching Los Angeles and we’d better stay in if we didn’t want to die from the cold. It was strange… a snowstorm in L.A.? It didn’t happen in years. For all I know, last time it did was in 1949. Since that storm, the Los Angeles weather station has recorder snow only six times – and not since 1962. As you may see, this was a rare event and we decided to enjoy every nuance of it.

    Helena, two days before, invited all of us to her cabin. We were going to spend the weekend there, together (something we haven’t been doing in a while). It was a huge one, situated in a forest, in the northern part of Los Angeles. She was sure it was already snowing there – and she was right – I will never forget the beautiful sight when we arrived. Everything was covered in snow. Last night’s snowfall surely made a great job. There wasn’t an uncovered bit. What made it more beautiful and charming, was the surroundings. There were trees all around the cabin and we could hear, in the distance, the sweet sound of the river running through the rocks. In addition to that, we could admire the magnificent view of the mountains, which seemed to embrace the whole forest. As Alice said, we were positive it was going to be ‘one hell of a weekend’, and it’d been a hell of a weekend. O, hadn’t it been! We didn’t know about the snowstorm until we arrived at the cabin and I know for sure, that I won’t forget the 2011 snowstorm. That’s when everything took an unexpected turn for me – for us.

        I was sitting at the table, absently sipping some tea from my mug. The contrast of the warmth it released and the cold of my hands gave me a soothing feeling. I barely noticed my friends were chatting and chuckling, for I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts. The sound their mouths made was just a coming and going of some blah, blah, blah’s and laughters. I really couldn’t make out the meanings of the words. My brain was trying to elaborate what Kit told me that morning: she was going to be there. She happened to be in Los Angeles for business and was happy to spend some time with her friends. The she I’m talking about is her sister: Bette Porter. She moved to New York when we broke up six years ago. It was a hell of a break up, as I recall it. Thinking about it, I guess I made her run away and I couldn’t blame her if she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. After what I did to her, I guess that was the logical conclusion: being as far away from me as she could.

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    1. Great story! Hope you’re not gonna keep us too long in suspence. Love to know in what way our dear Bette has changed and how the two of them are gonna react after seeing each other after all this time.

    4. Wow, Dear!
      What a start (with a little drama, right?) :-)
      I really liked, and I look forward to the sequel.
      I wonder how Bette changed?
      but I hope in the end, you stay Tibetter : P
      I can not help it, you know: I love the “happy ending” :)

    7. Great start! I hope this story isn’t like some many other. By that I mean “the author starts and never finish it”. I know we all have lives but don’t start something you can’t finish! Looking forward to the next chapter I hope. PPS

    16. Sorry I’m a late to this story. I went back and tried to find your first ever posting. Was it Finding Our Own Path? I seem to remember that one, but anyway, I decided to start back with this. It was really hard for me to read, a bit anxiety provoking from imagination what Bette went through not being the birth mother. It is something that has always been a worry for me. Men, whether biological fathers or not, have more legal power than women in these cases, particularly since same-sex parent adoptions are usually not legal. But I’m glad it looks like Tina has rethought this. I’ll get to the rest of the story, slowly but surely…promise! :)

    17. I’m reading this story for the first time
      I will confess I am feeling all the drama
      that will seguir.Bette and Tina separated by 6
      years and a reunion of freezing the heart
      Tina.
      5 stars.

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