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Tina, Tiny Pieces Chapter 5.3
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Shane, Bette and Jenny laugh. Bette raises her glass.
To lawyers!
How is your thing coming along, Bette?
I decided to drop it, Jenny.
Youre not suing Joyce after all? How come?
What good will it do?
It’ll teach her to give better fucking advice next time.
But Bette, didn’t your lawyer tell you you could make a decent case?
Yes, he did. I don’t want to do it. I don’t want the scrutiny, the publicity, I don’t want to drag this out, I don’t want
You don’t want what?
Nothing. It’s nothing. Anyway, its over. Joyce Wishnia will live to give shitty advice another day.
Shit
Not a problem,
I hope for your sake her parents never figure out that half of her is missing. Talk about being in trouble.
Shane rubs the back of
What was that for?
Promise me you’ll steal some of me when I die, ok
Any place in particular you want to be dumped, Bette?
I’m sure the curators at the Guggenheim won’t appreciate me being spread under the Giacometti sculptures, so how about you just toss me off one of the 405 overpasses?
Consider it done.
Can we talk about something a little less gross?
Death isn’t gross, Max.
People’s ashes are gross, Jenny.
People’s ashes are just a physical representation of their existence.
And that’s gross!
Jenny smiles, she pats Maxs arm. He pulls it away quickly. She smiles at the others, who smile back, a little tightly.
He’s so black and white, and yet so sweet, so sensitive, really.
He’s also sitting right here.
Max stands.
I’m gonna go get a drink.
We all just got new ones.
I need to walk around. I’ll be back.
Jenny smiles after him.
Is he, um, is he alright, Jenny?
Jenny looks at
What? Yes, he’s fine. He gets a little – you know. Moody, I guess.
He still shooting the ‘roids?
Jenny nods at
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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.
Ok, let’s bring Tina in, not in tiny pieces but in one piece.
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.
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?
So basically Bette locked herself in her heart? That’s just great. Many thanks to TIna.
Tf they can’t find me they can’ sue me. That I stole part of her ashes. Love that Alice and the holes in the wall. thanks
You’re a peach for writing this. Busy this spring? We could raise funds to send you to Vancouver. Just say the ‘Y’word.
mmmmm Bette and Helena….could be some sexual healing there???!!!! and why not????
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.
“Jenny smiles dreamily at nothing.” “They all laugh, except Max.” Oh lastkid, you say so much with so little.
Still thinking about Bette looking “bewildered.” Always like it when spackle is in the story.
Lastkid…It’s not fair that one person should have so much writing talent while I on the other hand don’t.
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.