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    Sugar and Spice ~ Chapter 3

    Story written on May 30, 2010 by Spumoni.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=75708
    Author Notes:

    An absurdly sappy and fluffy B&T beginning.

     

     

     

    3:05 p.m.

     

     

    Hallway to Eastern Exit

     

     

    “I really like this one.” Tina had stopped and stared at the bulletin board.

     

    Dana and Tina had been walking through the school hallway at the end of the school day, on their way to the curbside pick-up point where parents waited impatiently in their cars retrieve their children.  Dana’s mother was in charge of the car pool that week and she did not like to wait.

     

    “C’mon.  Mommy’s waiting.”

     

    “But I really like this one,” Tina insisted, resisting her friend’s insistent tug on her arm.

     

    Dana stopped, exasperated.  She scanned the paintings that lined the wall, entrants in the school’s annual “America the Beautiful” contest.  She noted the paintings that were the blue and red and yellow ribbon winners, and even the paintings with purple ribbons identifying honorable mentions.  She nodded approvingly at the pictures of flags and smiling families and pretty houses.  She then looked at the painting that had her friend’s attention.  Dana stared at the undulating waves of different shades of yellow, orange and brown.  “What is that supposed to be?”

     

    Tina looked, “I dunno.  I just really like this one.”

     

    “It says ‘Amber Waves of Grain’.”

     

    “What?” Tina asked as she continued to stare.

     

    “The label says it’s called ‘Amber Waves of Grain.’”

     

    Tina glanced at the label and her smile erupted at the next line on the label: “Artist:  Bette Porter Grade 3.”

     

    “Bette Porter,” she mouthed silently.

     

     

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    Hallway to Western Exit

     

     

     

    “Ask him anyway,” Alice insisted as the two friends walked towards the school exit.

     

    Bette sighed, “There is no point in asking my father unless something has changed.  Has anything changed?”

     

    “Yeah.”

     

    Bette looked at her friend in surprise.  Her father had consistently refused to allow Bette to spend the night at Alice’s house because he believed that there would be insufficient adult supervision.  Bette had always wanted to go, so she was eager to know what was new.  “Really?  What?”

     

    “Lots of things.”

     

    The tiny bit of excitement that Bette had allowed herself to feel slipped away when she recognized her friend’s evasive answer.  She glared at Alice, who shrank just a bit.  “Would any of things make my father change his mind?”

     

    “Maybe.”

     

    “Likely?”

     

    “Maybe.”

     

    “Such as?”

     

    Alice eagerly grabbed the chance to describe her mother’s new acquisitions.  “Well, Mrs. Hitchens got us a Sub-Zero refrigerator.  In stainless.  You know, because she got my mother to let her throw a party in our house.  She’s sort of a fan. Lenore’s Best Actress award from the Orange County TV Critics Association is on a pedestal…”

     

    Alice didn’t notice that Bette had stopped in front of a bulletin board that displayed   each class’s Student of the Month.

     

    Alice continued, “There’s a home theater system from Uncle Max, a cappuccino machine from Uncle Pete, and a Shi Zhu from Uncle Bill.  And there’s a…”

     

    Bette had smiled at the picture of the blonde second grader who had captured her attention.

     

    “Tina Kennard,” she mouthed silently.

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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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