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    Twisted Triangles ch.11

    “What are you talking about?”

    “What am I talking about? What am I TALKING about, Tina?” I thought it was a simple question considering that my best friend appears to be losing her mind right before my eyes. “You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?”

    “I don’t know what you have on your mind. But it obviously has something to do with me and last night right?” She nods her head yes. Good ok , so last night, could be anything, But I’m praying it’s not the thing I think it is. “So what’s the problem?” I guess that wasn’t the best question to ask. Her response was to jump up from her chair and get right into my face.

    “Tina, you really hurt me, you know that?” *****. Not only does she know , but she’s not yelling at me anymore. That can only mean thing for Grace. She gonna start crying.

    So, I have to make her understand that it was a mistake. That I would never do that to a friend, especially her. Putting my hands on the side of her face usually works, so I did what I had to do to get the answer I was dreading from her.

    “Please sweetie, please tell me what you saw, or what someone told you that’s upsetting you this way.” But she didn’t give me anything except lots and lots of tears. She just starts sobbing all over the place. God if LA is doing this to her, than I think it’s time for her to go home. She is so gonna be late for interview.

    After a little time passes, I don’t know how much, Grace loosens her grip on my shoulders and seems to be calming down a bit.

    “*****.” she finally says.

    “What?” I ask in the softest, motherly voice I could gather.

    “I ruined my make up. I must look like I’m auditioning for Michael Jackson’s Thriller or something.” Good humor. Humor means the worst is behind us.

    “Bette.” That’s all she says for a while. But when she did I had a bunch of thoughts run through my head. ‘Did she see, does she care, does Grace hate me, does she still like Bette, what.’ All she said was ‘Bette’ and stared at me.

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    1. Hey I’m really curious this Grace why she really MAD she look like she have NO Commonsense the way she really ask to Tina and Bette WHOA! Tina she is not good friend at all if you have a friend more Understanding but this woman Grace she CONTROL FREAK OK Please post soon thanks.

    2. Yea! You Posted. I just want you to know I look for updates on this story when I log on, it is one of my favorites. I love the triangle aspect. Please post sooner if you can. I know the whole HP fanatic, my best friend was one of those people waiting at midnight for it to be sold. Great Job!!

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