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    Summer Vacation. Chapter 50

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    “Oh my god Tee,” Bette gushed, still unable to comprehend how brilliant Joyce had been or perhaps how deeply corrupt the Board Members really were. She kissed Tina again on her nose and stepped back to open the champagne, avoiding popping the cork in anyone’s face.

    Tina grinned and sat back on the sun lounger, pleased for them all it had gone so well.

    “So well.” Helena added, picking up from an earlier comment. They all still wore their smart suits and business like heels, toasting themselves with champagne in the Californian sunshine.

    Only Lottie held herself back from the celebrations, seemingly less enthused.

    “What’s up?” Alice asked, dragging herself away from the recounts of them winning their war. She looked across as Joyce who was in the middle of her seventh imitation of how Lewis’s face had gone when he read the brief. “Joyce is crazy.” She added.

    Lottie chuckled, “Yeah, she is.”

    “Tell you what tho,” Alice continued, “I’d rather have her on my side in an argument than against me.”

    Lottie nodded, “Me too.”

    “What’s up with Lottie?” Helena asked Bette, holding out her glass for a refill of champagne. 

    Angie and Li were in the process of drowning Che and two of the kids from across the street and Alice and Lottie sat beneath the shade of one the palm trees on the other side of the pool, cheering the two older girls on.

    Bette shrugged, “I didn’t know there was anything?”

    Helena nodded, not liking to contradict, but her intuition told her that she was right and Bette, in this instance, was wrong.

    When they took the car home later that evening, driven by George – Helena’s friendliest driver – because she, Alice and Lottie were all too sloshed on champagne to have driven themselves home, Li dozed on her Aunty Al’s knee as Helena probed and quizzed Lottie.

    “It went well, don’t you think?”

    Lottie shrugged. “I suppose.”

    Helena playfully poked her in the side, trying to get a reaction. “What do you mean ‘I suppose’ … god I’d hate to see you if you won something really important.”

    “This was important.” Lottie replied quietly.

    Helena sighed at her choice of words. “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that it’s just,” she paused, “you should be happy, and you seem like you’re not?”

    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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