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Stained – Chapters 20 and 21
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She let out a joyless laugh.
“Try bad life.”
The man just shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, in the spirit of ‘misery loves company,’ I’d say you came to the right place.”
For the first time she really looked at the men she had been spending so much time at the bar with.
“You don’t look all that miserable.”
He laughed.
“Sweetie, were drunks. We never look miserable when we’re here.”
“I’ll drink to that,” the girl mumbled and the contents of yet another glass of vodka joined its predecessors.
“Nice, Earl.”
His drinking buddy shook his head and then he turned to the girl. He looked her straight in the eye and began speaking softly.
“Bad life’ is exactly what Earl thought when he was convicted for a murder he could not possibly have committed. The overwhelming evidence against him – that he is black – meant twenty-five years of confinement. His wife walked out on him and has made sure that his children are unaware of his existence.”
This time the double vodka Earl ordered did not make it to the other end of the counter.
When the liquor had burned its way down his throat, he continued what his drinking buddy had started.
“Bad life’ was probably also one of the things that crossed Simcha’s mind when his neighbors and long time friends of his family kindly let the Nazi’s know their neighbors were Jewish. His mother, father, grandfather, four brothers and sisters and he were all squeezed into the overflowing trains like cattle and transported to the death camps. His mother gave her life to give Simcha the chance to escape. He never saw any of them again.”
All four of them were silent for a while. Then Simcha spoke again.
“This was not to undermine your problems or compare them to ours. It’s to show you you’re not the only one that got dealt a bad hand in life. Believe me when I tell you that this is not the way to deal with it.”
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Awwwww so sad, but still beautiful. I actually had the image of Bette as a hooker in my head. O.O And man do I fail. I was wondering, “What kind of name is Simcha?” And now I know, and knowing is half the battle. G.I. JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!
Really like your story, and especially this chapter. Thanks.
Okay, I don’t know what was better…your author’s notes at the beginning or this fabulous story. You definitely have a way with words and I enjoyed both very much. Thank you for sharing your thought provoking story, as well as your rather interesting caffeine induced rant.
This story is GREAT!
No more Coke for you…….;)
Baby, start hitting that cokebottle, because if this is what comes out of your keyboard then… My god! So… incredibly… I cant even find words for it… wonderfull is an understatement!
That was so beautiful. Not friends just someone to hang around with That was sad. That is call friendship. Yet they called each other misfits. I like the word and the meaning in this chapter. We all have misfits in our life thanksGod thanks
Wow, it is nice to meet others who helped Bette through tought times. I would love to have non-friends (but really friends) like those men. Now Tina is meeting these very special men in Bette’s life.
Wow this is awesome and love it!!!!!!!!!
whoa, harsh lives…great stuff…
Luv the story…More please.
Definitely a sweet story! Succeeded in getting my obsessive mind off B&T for a while… That speaks volumes! ;)
Love their story. Love your story-telling skills. It’s all so captivating. Reached a point at which I thought I might actually, unbelievably, be more interested in their story than in B&T.
maybe you should try 7up… lol… love this story… please continue
this was nice i hope it continues a bit in the bar b4 B & T head off 4 some nookey.
That was absolutely enthralling!! Thank you!