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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

     

    Alice shakes her head, then nods, then shakes it again. She bites her lip, she looks away.  She silently steps into Bette’s outstretched arms.  Suddenly her sobs come in gulps and gasps.  Bette folds her arms around her tightly, she kisses the top of Alice’s head.  Alice sniffles, she draws in a tight, deep breath.  Her voice is muffled and wet as she speaks into Bettes blouse.

     

    Sorry.  Sometimes I guess sometimes I don’t compartmentalize as good as you

     

    Crying anew, Alice holds on tightly to Bette, her hands clutching the fabric, clutching Bette’s back. 

     

    Sometimes I don’t either, Alice.  Sometimes I don’t either.

     

    Later that evening, at Cream

     

    God, I am stuffed.

     

    You should be Shane, you ate like three loaves of bread.

     

    Shut up, Al.  It was good bread.  I like bread.

     

    It obviously likes you as well Shane, it certainly doesn’t mar your girlish figure.

     

    Shane nods, smiling.  She lightly smacks Alice on the arm and sneers.

     

    Thanks, Helena. 

     

    Bette, Alice, Helena, Shane, Jenny and Max. A table at Cream. 

     

    Il Forno is excellent, Alice.  Where did you find it?

     

    I wrote about it.  Top ten Italian hotspots or something like that, I can’t remember.

     

    You can’t remember?

     

    Alice smiles slyly at Bette.  She winks quickly.

     

    Nope.  Like you Bette, I can’t remember every place I go.  I must be getting kind of old.

     

    Bette swallows hard.  She glares at Alice who winks again.

     

    Why thank you Alice, how nice to counter a compliment  … with a compliment.

     

    Helena frowns.

     

    Yes, Alice.  I was going to say that it was delicious but now I’m not certain that’s a good idea.

     

    No worries Helena.  I save my best for Bette.

     

    And me.

     

    Alice nods towards Shane.

     

    And Shane.

     

    A surprisingly comfortable silence ensues.  The waitress, a tall, long-legged woman with dark brown close-cropped hair, deposits drinks all around.

     

    Helena lifts her wine glass.  Everyone hoists theirs, except Bette, who appears to be staring off at something.  Alice taps her gently on the thigh, under the table, nodding in Helena’s direction. 

     

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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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