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    Summer Vacation. Chapter 50

    “Everything’s fine, I just miss you that’s all.”

    On the other end of the phone Jo beamed, “I miss you too babe, not long now.

    They hung up and Alice took the phone swiftly from Lottie’s hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”

    Lottie shrugged, indignant, “What?”

    “You don’t call the girl when you’re pissed!” Alice stated, “you don’t call her!”

    Lottie frowned, “Shut up Alice.”

    Alice drank some more water and perched on the side of the chair. “Look,” she started again softer. “I just meant that you probably shouldn’t start spilling all your secrets when she’s several thousand miles away and you’ve drunk a ‘special’ pitcher of Shane’s champagne cocktails.”

    As she mentioned it, Lottie felt her head start swimming. “I guess.”

    “I don’t guess … I know.” Alice stated, “believe me.”

    Lottie chuckled, still unsure, still guilty, but willing to admit that drunk was never the best time to kiss then tell …

    “Does that mean you’ve got secrets you keep from Helena?” she asked, beguilingly.

    “I’m going back to bed.” Alice announced, irked, she walked unsteadily towards the stairs. On second thoughts coming back to take the phone from Lottie’s lap, “and I’ll take that just in case.”

    She left her sitting there in the armchair with her thoughts, watching the moonlight outside light up the beach and rocks. She must have fallen asleep there, sometime, for when she woke up it was daylight outside and someone had put a blanket across her as she slept. She wiggled her feet and found that Banjo was gone, most likely out with Li, the only one he could rely on for regular exercise and food. It made her feel guilty and unworthy and like she ought to take responsibility for her actions, starting with Jenny and the need to face things head on.

    “Fuck NO!!!”

    Alice’s list of expletives that followed came wafting up from the kitchen where it smelled like Helena was making something yummy for breakfast.

    “What?” Helena was asking, “what?”

    They went silent then, for a minute or maybe more, before Helena returned with a list of expletives to rival those of Alice’s.

    “That fucking  … mother fucking … low life … snake …” Helena roared, her British accent think and full as she swore.

    Lottie could only make out certain parts, but it sounded interesting enough to get up for, so she picked up the blanket and wrapped it round herself and wandered down the stairs.

    “Fuck …!” Alice sat at the kitchen counter with her laptop open in front, one hand scrolling down the other covering her mouth. She shook her head again, “Fuck … wait till Bette sees this …”

    Helena obscured anything else Lottie might have seen, “Where the fuck … I mean … how does she know all this?” Helena asked, and then the two of them stared worryingly at each other.

    “Hey.” Lottie announced herself. “What’s up?”

    Alice slapped the lid of her laptop firmly down and they both swung around, forcing beaming fake smiles.

    “Nothing.” Helena answered, coming towards her to hug her good morning. “Sleep well in the chair did you?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

    Lottie tried Alice next, “Al?”

    Alice shook her head, but was a terrible liar. “It’s nothing …” she started, “nothing …”

    Lottie walked towards her, eyes on the laptop. “What were you reading?” she tried again. “Al, show me …?”

    Alice screwed up her eyes like a child that thinks if they cant see the person they’re hiding from them they themselves can’t be seen. Her voice came out high and squeaky as she foresaw what would probably happen …

    “I don’t want to …”

     

     

    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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