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    Sugar and Spice ~ Chapter 3

    Story written on May 30, 2010 by Spumoni.
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    Number of Comments: 16
    Words: 1449
    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=75708
    Author Notes:

    An absurdly sappy and fluffy B&T beginning.

    Wednesday, February 11, West Hollywood North Elementary School.

     

     

    3:00 p.m.

     

     

    Second grade classroom

     

     

    The two friends had hoisted their laden backpacks into place and were exiting their classroom.

     

    “Ask your mother!” Dana demanded of her blonde best friend.

     

    “I don’t know,” Tina replied with hesitation.

     

    “We’ll have so much fun.”

     

    “But it’s the same time as my ballet lessons.”

     

    “The horses are so pretty.”

     

    “My parents will say ‘no’.”

     

    “Just ask your father,” replied the brunette, well-versed in the childhood game of parent manipulation.

     

    Tina thought for a moment.  It was certainly true that her father was more likely to agree, but she could never be sure because her parents never openly disagreed in her presence. “They’ll still say ‘no’.”

     

    “OK, but keep trying?”

     

    Tina thought about how she had begged her parents for her dance lessons.  She also thought about her pretty tutu and pink slippers.  “Maybe when the lessons are over.”

     

     

     

    Third grade classroom

     

     

    Alice had packed her books into Bottega Veneta woven leather briefcase one of her uncles had left behind when he ran from their apartment.  Her mother had been chasing  him with a lamp as he yelled something about “she didn’t mean a thing to me” as he disappeared out the door.

     

    Bette’s books, though, were packed neatly in the very functional backpack the family housekeeper had purchased for her at the beginning of the school year.  She glanced longingly at the beautiful bag her friend was using. 

     

    She had tried to barter with her friend for the bag.  As her price, Alice had demanded that Bette do her homework for two weeks.  Bette had agonized for over a month with the dilemma.  She almost certain that her father wouldn’t notice the new bag, but Mrs. Washington would.   Generally, the housekeeper didn’t tattle.  Bette had enough understanding to know that the fact that Mrs. Washington didn’t tattle wasn’t a matter of principle but instead one of practicality—she just didn’t want to cope with any of the fallout.  Eventually, though, Bette rejected the bargain. The sound of her father’s disapproval if he had ever found out echoed painfully in her head.

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    2. Gosh I lovse this story. It is so sweet as are they. Having a crush on each other so young, as Shane would say, “so effing cute.” And all of them are developing those personalities, that we love or abhor. Of course, they are just “little people.” Thanks so much for posting. PPVS

    5. So adorable!!!! How cute is this story, Spumoni. I so love your take on the kids. You capture their personalities even at their young ages. Well done!

    9. OMG!!!!! I’m jumping in excitement. I get home from a wonderful trip that I really, really didn’t want to ever end and I find a tale by one of my very favorite authors. And then it turns out it’s beautiful, beautiful fluff. Can I just say how much I love it when you’re inspired, Spumogan? It just fills my heart with joy. Now, please hurry and post the next one. I’ve been dying for some of this Italian-pirate-ful goodness for way too long. Thanks ;)

    10. Hey, I liked dodge ball, but we weren’t permitted to play it as a blood sport back in my bucolic youth. Indeed, I suspect this entire chapter was designed to make me feel olde. I didn’t gget a backpack until I went to college and nobody dropped us off or picked us up at school. No, in my day we walked, barefoot, ten miles in the snow, with an apple for the school marm…

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