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Summer Vacation. Chapter 33
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“Hey squirt, that’s mine!”
“Where’s Lottie?” Angie asked, hopping from one foot to the other in excitement, “is she here?”
Helena nodded, “She’s here,”
Tina took hold of her bubbling daughter by the arm, “Hold on Angie, remember, Mom wants to talk with Lottie first,”
Angie seemed to recall a conversation that had gone on at home before they left, “Oh … yeah … well … go on them Mom,” she added, pushing her Mom away from the table,
Bette shook her head, resisting Angie’s force,
“She’s down on the beach …” said Helena, explaining her absence, “with Jo,”
Angie’s face fell a little as she realised her intended playmate wasn’t alone,
“So they’re … friends again?” Tina asked, recalling that the day before Jo and she ‘apparently’ weren’t talking,”
Alice and Helena both shrugged, “Seems that way,” replied Alice,
Neither one wished to go into detail about the miserable Lottie they’d seen the night before. Knowing that it probably wasn’t what Tina or Bette wished to know or hear either, and both felt, in the way you can when you sit back an observe, that it would be better for Lottie and Bette if they could talk with one another directly, instead of relying on others to relay their feelings back and forth,
“Mind if I …?” asked Bette, gesturing to them all at the table that she intended to go outside and make peace,
Helena smiled, answering for them all, “Go ahead,”
At the bottom of the stone steps which lead down from Helena’s house to the beach Bette paused and removed her shoes, feeling the warmth of the soft summer sand and it stretched beneath her toes, swallowing up her feet. The beach was quiet, as always on this private stretch in Malibu, ironically a good number of those who lived along it’s length would be holidaying elsewhere in the summer months, seeking out more exotic or chilly locations,
Down by the water a couple of children played, their mothers looking on from one of the houses a few over, and between where she stood and where the children played, Lottie and Jo sat side by side on the sand, staring out at the ocean,
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Lottie’s dad is a real piece of work, I hope he loses every penny of her fortune. Bette has to prove who she is right just pull out her birth certificate or do a DNA test or something so the stupid board can shut up. Bette needs to stick close to Lottie so she doesn’t get railroaded by all the stuff shirts.
A great chapter….thankyou, I love to watch this play out…you’re the best!!!
A real peice of shit you mean One.Loved it.Some times friends are better than family.What about your other story?
Daddy is not only an asshole (here in the US it’s an unhyphenated compound word, I suspect our swearing on the whole is cruder and harder edged. But I could be wrong, in which case you can call me a fucking shithead), but something of a moron. Just totally stupid, backassward tactics. Perhaps due to the blindness of a misogynist, but his ploy to control his daughter utterly backfired. Oh well, couldn’t happen to a less likable fellow. Tough shit on him. Somehow a damp crotch seems fitting.
And yeah, bring us more of the other story. It’s been so long I can’t even remember the name of it anymore.
I am so happy to see this story updated! Wow, Jeffery is some piece of work! I so loved the dram of everything! Post soon!
Well they say the best revenge is success. Go kick some a** Bette and Lottie! Then we’ll see who has the last laugh! thanks for updating sofa, love your writing, always glad to see a chapter!
excellent, sofa. Love the “all for one” mentality of the group. Instead of just the glass of water being emptied, Tina could have up-ended the entire table…pathetic little man! Thanks for the chapter. As long as you keep writing, I’ll keep commenting… responses or not.
Hels & Alice: awwwwww! Lottie’s dad: boooooo! Bette & Lottie: right on! Tina saying this: “Bette and I don’t play games, it causes fights,” made me laugh… and again, Lottie’s dad, and his stodgy cronies: two thumbs down for them. Sooooo glad Bette poured water on him. I hope they take that board down. So good, sofa. So good. Post when you can. Thanks
I am glad that you are still continuing with this story. Money has a way of corrupting people. It seems Jeff is all into the money and power and to hell with family. If he really knew Maxine then he would know that what Bette and Lottie have planned is what Maxine would have wanted.
Sofa, your writing is phenomenal. I love this story! Too bad Lottie’s dad and “the board” didn’t take the proper time to get to know B&T and all of Lottie’s friends. Bette pouring the water on him was an excellent touch – LMAO at that! I’m sure B&T and the gang will be thrilled to “keep” Lottie, as they already had their hearts set on it. I can see how Lottie’s father would have some fear about the changes, but he should have been a little more humble and open to Lottie’s feelings and thoughts, especially when you consider that Lottie basically has the final say about what goes. I love how they were all there to support Lottie, and the way you write makes it all seem even better. Thanks Sofa! Can’t wait for the next chapter!
Lotties dad is an jack ass and hope someone will kick his ass soon and his stupid friends too!
luv the glass in the lap…pps
oooo, that was fun…didn’t english boarding schools ruin helena? maybe i shall reassess my assumptions about such things:) very lovely and angsty chapter. glad the young ‘uns worked out their differences, and *very* happy with the way you’ve handled alice and helena…i like the way you write ’em, way way sweet. lottie’s dad, yeah:( but i’m looking forward to reading the big dramas ahead :)
oh, i forgot to rate this. funnyone, you should hear some of there swear/insults over there…they’re wicked good fun. i thought i’d share–i’ve just spent half an hour looking up zombified my little pony and someone *has* done it. sofa, can lottie and jo play some zombie video games in an upcoming story? *snicker* xo luv
This was a great chapter. Bette and Lottie’s mom had really bad taste in men. What a jerk Lottie’s dad is. Can’t wait for Lottie and Bette to get down to business and kick all those jerks to the curb.
Hi sofa, this is the first time I’ve commented on your story but I’ve been reading it since the beginning and I LOVE it! It’s my birthday today, and it was so nice to wake up to a new installment of your story! Love the group interactions, and Lottie’s gradual realization that this is who she is, and this is her home. In some ways, she reminds me of my own self-discovery…thanks so much for writing this awesome story, with all its drama & sweetness!
Perhaps ‘crude’ was a poor choice of words on my part. Yes, indeed, our linguistic cousins on the other side of the Atlantic can be wonderfully crude in their cursing. What I so ineptly was trying to express was that in the US we tend to be less shall I say artistic? in our use of foul language; crude in the sense of primitive. I’m blaming this on the fact that I’d spent the evening with my nutty aunt. A very nice woman, but wacky. In any case, I think I just earned the ‘fucking shithead’ title for clumsy use of the language. But hb, who could possibly done anything with a zombified my little pony? As the great John McEnroe (at least on court) used to say (and in fact won’t STOP saying) “You cannot be serious!”.
Hate the dad, love the rest :) Great update, please post soon :)