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What If – 14 (A)
Tina: [cuts her off] I was offered a job in Atlanta and I’m thinking about taking it.
Bette: [felt like a ton of wind was knocked out of her now speechless stares at her in complete silence]
Grand Slam 2 Batting Cages (Chesapeake, VA)…..
Tasha: Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [she grunts while swinging a bat sending the baseball soaring high in the air] She had been at the cages for maybe less than twenty minutes and had already gathered an audience.
Nice swing! [a young boy says]
And even better hit! [an older girl standing next to him says]
Tasha: Thanks. [she says pausing]
Although, she had sent every baseball flying high in the sky it had nothing to do with her swing or form but everything to do with venting her frustration. Lost friendships, feeling alone, and the possibility of her 10 year relationship coming to an end she was completely overwhelmed. To make matters worse in less than 24 hours she was scheduled to board a flight back home to Los Angeles. Yesterday, was her official last day so her manager gave her the rest of the time off to pack up her things and settle up any loose ends. Whenever she traveled she always packed light so it took all but 3 hours to gather all of her belongings and what she didn’t want she gave away to her neighbors. Rather, than sitting in her condo alone she decided to head to the batting cages. Stepping into the cage brought back memories from high school when she was the only freshman to make the varsity softball team. Her swing and form came naturally and after all these years she still had it. After hitting a few more balls she realized the ball machine needed to be refilled which gave her time to take a quick break.
Tasha: You want to hold that until I get back? [she says giving her bat to the older girl watching her]
Yeah! [she says smiling while her eyes lit up]
Tasha: [smiling removes her batting gloves then walks over to the bench to take a swig from her water bottle]
That better not be Vodka you’re drinking! [a familiar voice yells out loud]
Anybody ever tell you hit like a girl! [another voice yells out loud]
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Hi Skunk:
Very nice chapter, poor Bette, opening her mouth before using her brain, not a good thing to do.
Tasha has many possibilities, but she wants to make things work with Alice.
Wow, Dana was caught with her hands in the cookie jar; she and Alice are at a crossroad let’s see where they’ll go.
Thanks so much for this nice and funny chapter, I’ll read the update.
P