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    Tina, Tiny Pieces Chapter 5.3

    Story written on April 5, 2006 by lastkid.
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    The Chicken Dance, Part III

     

    Well, that’s good cause you wouldn’t want some hot little number to think you – what???

     

    Alices fingertips break through the patch.  Spackle crumbles and falls to the floor as she wrenches her hand, now buried in the wall up to the wrist, free.  She wheels around quickly, damp drywall bits clinging to her wrist and sleeve, drier pieces flinging into the air. She brushes her wrist furiously as she runs towards the bathroom.  She stands in the doorway, hands on her hips.  Bette sighs, she smiles to herself as she speaks, her voice stern.

     

    Alice, did you just make a hole in my wall?

     

    Uh, yeah, sorry.  Technically it was – fuck it — what did you just say?

     

    Bette blots her lips with a tissue.

     

    I said no one has asked me about rats.  This isn’t really the kind of neighborhood youd expect to see rats and besides, I don’t think they chew their way out of a wall, I think they chew their way in.  Youd need to have rats to begin with, in the house, in order to –

     

    Bette, stop talking about rats.  I didn’t mean the rats.

     

    Bette patiently traces a thin etching of lip liner.

     

    I didn’t bring them up, Alice, you did.

     

    You’ve brought someone home?  Here?

     

    Bette holds up the lip liner, examining the point.  She shakes her head, she again leans in and finishes the line.

     

    Yes.

     

    Oh my fucking god.  When?  Who?  How?

     

    Bette wrinkles her nose, her eyes still twinkling as she speaks slowly.

     

    How, Alice?

     

    Ok, forget how.  When?  More importantly, who???

     

    Bette steps back from the sink.  She shakes her hair slightly, leans in again.

     

    You don’t know them.

     

    Them?  It was a them?  Two?  Three?  Jesus, you really jump back in the game, don’t you?

     

    Bette laughs.  She throws the tissue away, she turns and flicks the light switch off, she walks past an open-mouthed Alice.  Alice finally wheels around, following close at Bettes heels.

     

    Bette??  Bette, come on.  Spill it.

     

    Don’t we have to get going?

     

    We have time.

     

    I don’t want to keep them waiting.

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    1. It’s 4:30 in the morning, just finished some work I had to get out by dawn, and thought I’d check for updates. Now, I can’t stop giggling in that too-exhausted insane fashion, hoping the various nosy neighbors won’t report me to the fun police for disturbing the peace. This was GREAT … very well written. Thanks. More. More Tiny Pieces. Tiny Tiny pieces.

    3. Wow, that’s so funny. “Cause I thought maybe if they couldn’t find me, then maybe they wouldn’t sue me.” So, funny…so, Alice…great post. Cheers.

    4. i like that the girls hung out together, but it feels like they are all recovering from something and nobody is really happy…is tina heading for cream too?

    9. Oh I really enjoyed this chapter and the banter between these ladies. You’ve recreated them all so well, I could hear all of this dialogue coming out of their mouths. If only. . . unfortunately, IC is not cooperating. We only wish for a story this good.

    13. Once again this story is rich in symbolism. The scars are still visible on the walls of Bette’s house, just like the scars on her heart. The damage has not yet been fully repaired and when probed, it bubbles back – sensitive to anything that disturbs its fragile nature……Alice taking refuge in Bette, in someone that feels pain as deeply as she does. Their friendship offers a soothing balm to the abyss that has been created in their hearts by their respective losses……Your description of Max makes it easy for me to see him in my minds eye, his gestures and actions. The way he rearranges himself, it’s as if he is rearranging himself not just physically, but mentally as well. Is his pathos a result of injected hormones, simple ideals or his growing annoyance with Jenny? Jenny still remains the center of her own universe……I loved the banter of the group, you so effectively capture the nature of their friendship and the growing pains that are taking place now that Helena is being included. So much history with each and every one of them and they are all inextricably linked in some way……Excellnet chapter – once again.

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