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What Becomes of the Broken: London Calling
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"What’s going on?" Bette asked, as Helena began walking back into the bedroom.
"It’s my mother. She wants me in London tomorrow evening for some event she’s hosting. And she wants me to bring a date."
"Then maybe you should go. And bring a date." Bette smirked.
"Will you be my date?"
"I’d love to, but how are we getting there?"
"Mummy’s sending a private jet. I should probably be getting a phone call soon, and we’ll be leaving tonight. We’d have to stay for a week, though, at my mother’s request. Do you think you could get a week’s vacation?"
"When they find out I’ll be with Peggy Peabody, I’m sure they’ll give me a fucking month."
Helena borrowed Bette’s car and drove to Alice’s apartment to pack her things. She knew exactly what to expect when she walked through the door. Alice would be all over her, asking about the nature of her relationship with Bette. That was a question Helena could not answer. All she knew was that Bette made her feel like she was worth it; like she was worthy of love. She didn’t quite know if she was her girlfriend, but she knew that she would like to be.
She turned the key in the keyhole and the door unlocked. Swinging it open, she stepped in and closed it softly behind her.
"Helena? Is that you?"
"Yes, Alice."
Alice appeared at her bedroom door, "I called you this morning, but you didn’t answer. Shane brought my car home. She said Bette called her and asked her to do it."
"Yeah, she did."
"So, you spent the night there, I presume?"
"Yes, I did."
"So…"
"So…" Helena looked at an amused Alice with a smile on her face.
"You did it! You and Bette did it!"
"You already know we had sex. We had sex a long time ago."
"I know, but this time it was real."
"And it wasn’t real any other time?"
"No…I mean it was real because it, like, happened…but it wasn’t more than sex, ya know? The fact that you guys actually had a date before having sex this time, means its like real."
"Okay…" It was a rare occurance that Helena, or anybody, knew what Alice was talking about.
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You gotta love Peggy, always straight off the cuff, love that woman. Why do I think jet lag is not going to falter these two.
Ashtuck, I love you. I love Peggy. I love Bette. I love Helena. :D What more could I want from a story?
lol of course peggy would just come right out with it. Thanks for the chappy. Always a joy. Can’t wait till the next.
Peggy has a way with words and she likes to make an entrance. I am sure their evening will not be boring in the company of Miss Peggy. Thanks for the post.
“Are you fucking my kid or not?” Quintessential Peggy; you really nailed her dialogue. Bette, Helena, Peggy, and a centuries-old country estate … what’s not to love?
OMG you gotta love Peggy, she just plain says what she feels and KNOWS what is going on,,smart woman!!! ash you really know how Peggy works don’t ya? Loved how Alice knew that Bette is so into Helena and vice versa. Now what will these ladies be doing for a full week in LOndon and in Helena’s childhood home is the question I want to know,,LOL!! Ash as always great chapter,,,,
I love Peggy and you nailed her dialogue- thanks for the treat.
That was so GREAT!!!! You just have to love Peggy. Great story. Thanks pps
PP is hot stuff…..just shoots from the hip. Keep up the good work. Fun story. PPS.
i’ve been reading your story for a while now i just had to tell you how great your peggy is! she’s dead on with the attitude. keep posting!
OMG, I so love me some Peggy…that was a great fic…