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    Summer Vacation. Chapter 33

    “What’s up?”

    Lottie shrugged, still replaying the dreadful scene in her mind, the look on Bette’s face as she’d extended her hand warmly, only to be told by Jefferson Mitchell, moments later, that her life was abhorrent and against all moral code.

    She felt their disappointment, their disgust at being judged and criticised in such a way, she felt shame too, at her own actions and her silence and then further unease followed, feeling as she had suspected all along that there was a part of her that still felt the shame her father projected.

    “It was awful …”

    “What was awful?”

    Alice moved to sit beside her, one arm cradling Lottie’s shoulders. She shivered, despite the warm summer night her insides were shaking, still reeling from everything she’d heard, been witness to,

    All of sudden Lottie smiled, seeming to notice that Alice was sat beside her in the middle of the night wearing only a robe,

    “That’s Helena’s robe …”

    “*That’s* what you want to talk about?” replied Alice maddeningly,

    Lottie shrugged, “Beats talking about how Bette’s probably never going to speak to me again …”

    Alice sighed, faced not for the first time with the side of Lottie’s personality that was surprisingly similar to Bette’s, defeatist,

    “Why wouldn’t she speak to you?” Alice asked, playing devils advocate once again, she smiled at Lottie, hoping to break her dark mood, “I find it pretty hard to believe there’s anything you could do to make Bette write you off completely,”

    Lottie scowled, “Don’t bet on it.”

    She closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of dread that washed upwards from her toes to her throat as she stood face to face with her father, Bette behind her and Tina behind him, like characters in a Western stand-off,

    “Hi Dad.”

    His face was stern, emotionless, he looked tired and long travelled and she longed to ask him why he was there. Looking for the true answer and not the one he would give in pretence, knowing that in every teenage year thus far when she’d hoped he cared about the distance between them he hadn’t, until now.

    “Charlotte,”

    No hug, no warmth or affection. He looked over her shoulder at Bette and she noticed the way his eyes instantly fell upon the family photographs which adorned the room, she wished to move and step aside, using her body to hide the beautiful picture of the two women and their daughter strolling hand in hand along the beach, hair windswept and eyes alight with laughter and she felt guilty for wanting to hide that,

    Comments

    1. 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.

    2. 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.

    3. 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!

    4. 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.

    5. 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

    6. 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.

    7. 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!

    8. 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 :)

    9. 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

    10. 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.

    11. 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!

    12. 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!”.

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