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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

    Bodhi Tree, if I remember.

     

    If you remember??  Whoa. So you got some shopping-cleaning-reading mojo working, huh?

     

    Bette laughs.

     

    Anyone – you know.  Anyone you might want to – go out with?

     

    Alice, I can’t think of a woman less ready to date than me.

     

    Shit, I can’t think of a woman more ready to date than you.  And since you obviously have lots of opportunity so, any one of them — yes, no?

     

    No one I’d care to see for – for any reason besides – god, it sounds so awful, so mercenary when I say it.

     

    Dont apologize, Bette.  Shit, don’t ever apologize for getting laid.

     

    Bette looks bewildered for a moment, and then smiles.

     

    Well, I’m not sorry, even if it does sound cold-blooded.  We should go, Alice.

     

    Alice gapes at Bette.  Bette looks back evenly.  Alice narrows her eyes for a moment.

     

    What?

     

    Does anyone else know?

     

    Not that I’m aware of.  Why? 

     

    Alice grins.

     

    Not even Kit?

     

    No, it hasn’t come up.  I’m not hiding it though.  Why?

     

    No reason.  Just wondering. 

     

    I’m sure they’ll know after tonight, won’t they?

     

    Nope.  Mum’s the word with me.

     

    Really?  And here I thought gossip was the word with you.

     

    Come on, Bette.  This is different.

     

    Bette smiles sadly, she nods. 

     

    I know.  And I’m kidding you Alice.  Just kidding.

     

    Besides, what does it matter?  Good for you -fuck it,  you’re over 21, you’re a free woman, um – uh – I mean you –

     

    Alice, it’s ok.  I am a free woman.  No strings, nothing holding me so on that note, lets go.  I have to admit, I’m looking forward to it.  Let’s go have a night out, just us girls, like old …

     

    Bettes voice trails off. Alice looks down at her hands.  She brushes away flecks of drywall, she picks at tiny pieces of clumpy spackle.  She looks up, her eyes shiny, wet.

     

    And… and you’re ok, Bette? Really? 

     

    Bette softly shakes her head, no. She reaches out, she touches Alice’s cheek softly.

     

    Not by a long shot.  Are you?

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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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