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Soft Spoken Secrets # 6
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The Dean stopped the car.
The group of friends walked to the front door. Dana was going to ring the bell when Bette interrupted. “Wait a minute. Let me smoke a cigarette first.”
“What? Fuck! I don’t believe it! Are you nervous, Bette Porter?” Helena was laughing hard.
“No…I’m just tense…this week wasn’t the most pleasant one, you know…”
“C’mon Bette, you can tell us…Are you afraid of her mom, professor Porter!! Don’t you worry! You know that some moms just refuse themselves to see … she’ll not notice a damn thing about you and her little girl.”
Bette ignored for the thousandth time the comment. She knew that if Helena knew how pissed off she got with this comments, her friend would never really stop.
“Just give me five minutes, ok?” Bette opened her purse; pick the lighter and the Bali cigarettes, the Gudang Garam. Bette liked the flavor melting in her lips. She didn’t like to down the smoke, but liked the flavor and the memories that the cigarettes brought to her. She smoked casually, once in a while but today she felt the wanted and she didn’t know quite why. She couldn’t nominate.
“Just five minutes, for Christ sake, bloody woman!” Bette talked to the impatient Helena.
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It hit her senses like a shot.
“What is this scent?”
“I don’t know, mom… It’s just…exotic…I guess…” Madison was anxious. “Didn’t Shane bring anything? One of those nice incenses, maybe…? Maybe…I can´t recall the name…”
The truth was that Tina’s body didn’t want her memory to remember. It was a scent buried in the past.
“What is it..?” Tina didn’t give up. “I know that scent …”
Tina was lost in thoughts, ´cause her memory refused itself to tell her the truth.
Alice came to the kitchen. “I need a beer for Princess Shane. She’s by the pool and didn’t want to move!”
Alice stopped in the middle of the kitchen.
“God! What is this?” She elevated her nose once more to capture the smell. “Gudam Garang?”. And she repeated the movement.
“Gudam Garang! God… How many years since I…”
Tina had to hold herself at the wall. “Gudam…” She voiced to her inner self. The wave of memories hitting her hard.
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How could u stop there, man, lol Great chapter pps:)
I think that there should be some sort of penalty for the great writers who cross the line from teasing to stalling….:-) Oh well all good things come to those who wait – they just have to!!!:-)
Braz… I loved that one for sure but I need you to give us what we want darling… Bette&Tina&Mad in the same room…don’t tease ok? Beijossss
A faggot is a bundle of sticks, hence my (not-so-funny) joke about it in my last comment. lol Over the years though it somehow morphed into meaning a gay man.
Braz dear, I was happy to see this one posted. I’ll be nice and not say FINALLY! * arching brow * Don’t you forget, I KNOW how long you are holding out on everyone. Anyway, excellent chapter, but then again I’ve shared that with you already. I will say, that your author’s notes are so heartfelt. I can attest to the uncertainty you were feeling in writing something that could be “sensitive” and perceived as something hateful. Braz, like I told you before, a good writer has no boundaries. You are willing to take pieces of life that cause discomfort, and bring them into a story so that you can display NOT so much the hate, but the ignorance at it’s best. To write a story absent from some of that truth that lies within society, may be a good story, but sometimes it just lacks that challenge, and can also draw a line between a good writer and a fabulous one. You travelled a road that was crafted completely by you and not influenced in any way, except to write a story while bringing some harsh elements of life into it. You did an EXCELLENT job my friend, and I’m so very proud of the woman you are. You are a fearless writer, and I have SO much respect for you because of that. You write with difference and indifference all in one chapter sometimes, and that is a quality that is endearing when it comes to the written word. Henry David Thoreau had said it best when he said “Say the thing with which you labor. It is a waste of time for the writer to use his talents merely. Be faithful to your genius. Write in the strain that interests you most. Consult not the popular taste.” That last piece, “Consult not the popular taste” is what I live by every day that I put my thoughts on paper, whether it is writing Fan Fiction or a lesbian novel. That quote reminds me so much of you. Never change Braz. Sometimes it can be the “unpopular” that is actully the most “popular.” Love, Hugs, and Kisses of course. OH and about that email. MY GOD!!!! That was delightfully delectible shall we say? xoxo
Dear Braz, great update. Now, Marsha & I assume that the fireworks between B&T will start, as soon as they lay eyes on each other. Wink, wink. Let us be romantic and sappy about it, dear friend. As for Madison, we believe it’s natural to have a crush on your teacher and if it is Bette, well she’s more than a bonnus (or X-mas present). Hahaha PPS Lucero and Marsha
My goodness this is becoming weird and exiting. Would love to see the face of Bette and surely Tina. Now I understand the cigarettes. Thanks.
YEAHHHH… I’m just back from the festival and the movie was a real pleasure (Finn’s daughter if you can see it), and a very good concert before, which was a treat… and now your post, which is the (almost) the best night cap I could dream of -the best would be Caramel skin ;-) — this was brilliant, and funny, and now I understand the undertitle ;-) Tomorrow, 3 more movies, and I hope great cinema ;-° I’ve thought of you while trying to shoot photos, but the light was really impossible — hope to read you soon Honey ;-*
I get the feeling that Bette and Tina may already know each other. The Boo comment that Tina made is what Bette always calls Angelica. I am probably wrong but it sounded good in my insane head.
This is getting better and better. Ohh B&T meet again and now let see the shock they gonna have lol. Please post soon, thanks!
OH my darling Braz!!! haha, no worries hun the chair belongs to you and only you!! Things right now are just not going very well,eight years ago I lost the only person I trusted my life with,who raised,who was not my mother, passed away to cancer. Right now someone so close and related to me has cancer and things are not looking any better, it’s hard and scary everyday. ……But you babe are queen of the chair!!! Thanx 4 posting babe,mwahhh!!
Shit, NOW I recognize “gudang garam.” I was BIG on clove cigarettes when I was in college and once in awhile after, though I don’t recall smoking those particular ones. Damn now I miss my cloves. That would be the one thing I miss about smoking.