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    Prodigal Chapter 17

                “Ok, good,” Carrie said, when Alice was finished.  “Thank you.  Now, when I meet with her tomorrow I’ll know as much about her as she does about me.  That’s fair play, I think.”

                “Whoa, whoa, why are you meeting with Ms. Yves Saint-Laurent, Our Lady of the Vintage Hermes?” Alice asked, suddenly concerned.

                “She’s the person trying to buy my book.”

                “No ***** way.”

                Carrie smiled and raised her glass.  Alice did as well and they both downed their drinks.

                “We’re not going to get to this interview are we?” Alice asked, realizing she was definitely more than tipsy at this point.  The bartender put another round in front of them.

                “Ask me whatever you want,” Carrie said.  “I’ll make a sincere attempt to answer.”  Carrie had a major advantage over her sister in the genes department.  Unlike Tina, Carrie could hold her alcohol.  Alice on the other hand wasn’t fairing so well.

                “I wanna know if it’s really like that in your family,” Alice said.  “I mean, the funeral?”  Carrie smiled.  “***** hilarious!”

                Carrie nodded.  “I take creative license but there was horse-trading over the last empty seat near the casket at my grandfather’s viewing.  It didn’t end in a fist fight, though.  We’re slightly more dignified than that.  You write what you know.  You just make it more interesting,” Carrie said with a shrug, ordering herself another martini.  Alice wisely decided to sit this round out.

                “You would like my mother,” Alice said.  Her voice indicated she was realizing this herself and not really meaning to inform carry.

                “Really?  Tell me about her.”  Unlike other writers, Caroline didn’t live in her head.  She stole her stories from real life.  She believed you couldn’t ever create better characters than nature.  It was just a matter of capturing them the right way.

                “Lenore?  God, I don’t know how to describe her.  She’s, uh   a royal pain in my *****?” Alice asked.  “She used to be on one of those night soap operas in the eighties.”

                “Like Dallas?” Carrie asked, eyes-widening.

                “Yeah, sort of, but not as good,” Alice admitted, shaking her head.  “She’s a total diva.”

                “Ha, I do like your mother,” Carrie commented.  “Look, Alice, something has been bugging me and I’m going to ask you, but you don’t have to answer.” 

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    Comments

    1. I’m glad you came back to your story. I’ve been hoping you would keep writing it. It’s a wonderful story. Please continue writing when you can.

    2. Glad to have you back. Yes…life intervenes at the most inopportune moments, but that’s life. ;-) Love the story…please continue when you can. Thanks for taking the time to update us. ;-)

    3. Good chapter. Carrie seem stronger than Tina and she will kick Helena’s ass soon. Bette and Tina are so sweet and let see about the phone call from Tina’s mother. Post soon, thanks!

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