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    Summer Vacation. Chapter 50

    Lottie sighed, her bad mood and brewing guilt chewing her up inside.

    “I miss you.” She mumbled quietly, unfolding her feet from Helena’s armchair to rub them up and down the coarse hair of Banjo’s back.

    Jo sighed, “I miss you too.”

    “I …” she hesitated again, “I got super drunk the night you left.”

    Jo tried to engage her in further conversation, “Oh yeah? … who with, Alice?”

    Lottie paused, thinking, her reply then interrupted by Alice who came plodding down the stairs in just a pair of shorts and her bra, quite why Lottie wasn’t sure.

    “Yeah, with Alice …” She lied, catching Al’s attention as she said her name.

    Alice continued silently down the stairs into the kitchen and Lottie listened more to the sound of her running the ice machine and getting water from the fridge than she did to Jo’s chattering of what she presumed might have happened the night she left for Europe.

    “Huh?” Lottie zoned back in.

    “I was saying I figured Alice would have been to one to take your mind off me leaving.” Jo continued, refilling the gap.

    Lottie smiled, “Yeah.”

    She wanted to not lie, to tell the real truth which was a lot hazier and involved several different bottles of spirits, one she distinctly remembered being blue and a pack of cards – or so Jenny had said, an irritating small brown dog, a drunken conversation and a headache associated with amnesia in Jenny’s bed the following morning.

    Alice appeared at her side and tried to prise the phone from her ear, whispering, “Time to hang up now!”

    Lottie shook her head, “No!”

    “What?” Jo asked.

    “Yes!” Alice insisted.

    “Er … I should go …” Lottie mumbled to Jo, “I’m sorry for waking you,” she paused, “you should go back to sleep.”

    “Are you okay?” Jo wondered, “is everything ok?”

    Right there and then Lottie felt guilty, more so for the conversation and the unsure feeling she knew she’d be leaving Jo with than the act of worrying since it had happened that she might have betrayed her, even though Jenny assured her emphatically that nothing had happened.

    Alice kicked her shin with her bare foot.

    Comments

    1. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. At first I thought Jenny killed herself, a classic, childish “you’ll be sorry when I’m gone” move to fuck everyone over. I’ve since recalled Agatha Christie’s “Murder on the Orient Express” in which the entire first class passenger list was guilty of killing someone they all hated. I think Jenny’s behind the collapse of Wall Street and the international banking system. Shoot her now! That miserable little crunt! So sofa, does this mean you’re back, really and truly back to stay? Please say yes. And then keep your word. Now, I don’t want to revive the whole ‘pants’ controversy (you can put the accent on whatever syllable you like), I say let sleeping pants lie, but just to avoid confusion: UK ‘pissed’=drunk, US ‘pissed’=angry.

    2. Jenny. Always Jenny. But lemme come out of Rhett Butler mode, and give the wee spiteful thing the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it’s not? Maybe it’s Mr Crantz, on some attempt to discredit all of them? Or something? Really, though, I’m thinking Jenny is to blame for Al & Hels’ ire. She’s just that type of person, isn’t she? Ire-inspiring. Anyway! I’m glad the girls won, for now, but I hope whatever Alice just discovered doesn’t nullify the victory. Thanks for the post, sofa. Cheers! :D

    3. i thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when i saw an update for this story ;) thank you so much! i wonder what jenny has written about this time. hope we don’t have to wait too long to find out :) great update, sofa!

    4. Welcome back Sofa.I am glad to see this.I hope Lottie isn’t involved but then again she was with Jenny and when you are drunk things happen to come out.Bette is going to kill someone,I hope its not kid sister.

    5. Welcome back and thank you for continuing this story. Sounds like someone is pissing off the gang. Never cared for Jenny but dislike her even more now.

    6. Head in hands, shaking it back and forth “What did Jenny do now?” I could KILL Jenny. Oh wait. That is the show, not your story. I am thrilled to see another chapter of this story Thanks.

    7. i love how uk terminologies are making their way into mainstream north american lingo. i’m trying hard to get people around here to use ‘taking the piss’ in a regular sort of way at least once a week…it’s working *wicked grin* another great installment, and hey, it’s good for J and L to deal with these intense bumps. they’re young. you write them very well in all respects. and a drunk bette was pretty cute…a bit familiar as well. *another wicked grin* post more when you can and good luck next week!

    8. Welcome back Sofa. I will be glad when Lottie can talk to Jo face to face again. I am sooooo over Jenny her and in the show. Apparently the board have leaked something about Lottie or Bette. I hope that Joyce makes them regret it. PPS :o).

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