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He stood there, watching her.
Bette exhaled, and took the picture from her desk to hold it up to him. “This girl came to see me twice now … just to compliment me. She’s – she’s more of a fan of mine than anything, alright?”
“No need to get so defensive,” he said just as calmly as he had asked how her day was. “I’m just asking.”
“No, it’s not okay, because there you are – thinking I’m-“ But Bette knew to keep her voice down, so she stepped closer to him. “Thinking I’m cheating when I’m not.”
“Sounds like puppy love,” he said at last, having found her claims to be true. He was excellent at reading facial cues and body language. He took the picture offered to him, and took the glasses out from his pocket. “Nothing the matter with that. Right her misguided attempts by telling her about Tina.”
“Yeah, but the only problem is that she doesn’t listen,” Bette muttered with frustration, crossing her arms as Frank took great focus to analyze the picture. Leaning onto her desk, Bette’s breathing became irregular and perturbed. “I … I think she went through my things … -And her name is Tina! Isn’t that a little strange, too? It’s like … I don’t know what she’s doing here, but it was nice at first. And then it was a bit much … and now … I don’t know, Frank. I’m upset.”
“Well, she does look familiar,” he nodded, his accent providing great trouble in pronouncing his R’s. “Something about the eyes. Maybe she looked different when I saw her. Those eyes, though. I definitely know her from somewhere. I’ll have to get back to you. I’m sorry, Bette, but in my old age, my memory’s not quite what it used to be.”
Bette gave a smile her best attempt. “Frank, you’re not old.”
“And having an entire picture would be useful, I must confess,” he smiled back, handing Bette the picture. “I’m sorry for my silent accusation there. I know you felt it, but I like never to assume. Even with a relationship as caring at the one you have with your wife.”
“Thank you,” Bette breathed, combing a hand through her hair. “It’s right not to assume either way … I know. I just … I would hate for anyone to think that of me. And … you see how this situation might be misconstrued.”
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Great Story!
a little creepy, wonder Who that girl is. Franklin seems to know her, i hope that his memory comes back quickly.
Great story ,you so much ,I cant wait for more
Sorry i missed the Thank out.
I picked up on the “cable guy” as soon as it was mentioned because I know you don’t waste any words. Given Franklin’s reaction I still feel like there is some sort of doppelganger/time warpy thing sort of like in the movie Devil’s Pass.
But then I might be totally misguided. At any rate, this sh*t spooks me out like crazy since I’ve had a stalker or two in my life.
But I’m loving the story nevertheless, so thanks for it! Very different from your usual canon, and you are demonstrating you do very well across genres. :)
Ok been reading along silently but I gotta ask, who is this bitch?! And for some reason she reminds me of Adele like is she gonna steal Bette’s haircut then her job?
This is the part of the story that I missed. Yikes. I still seems harmless but until there’s a post of boiling rabbit in the kitchen, them I’d say she’s gone too far. All without Bette cheating of course. GR you are grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat!!!!! Thank you.
I meant “it still seems harmless” and “pot of boiling rabbit” stupid chubby nubby fingers
This is scary and no good. They need somebody to protect them