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    Would She? Part 13

    He ran his fingers along the handle of the drawer as he remembers back to the day before his birthday some years ago.

    There was something dark and lonely that was playing on the turntable. Music that reminded him that his mother was gone for good. The divorce papers had come in the mail just the day before, and now he supposed that his father would weep in the shower,

    Henry remembered that the tree leaves limp from heat and lack of water (it hadn’t rained for three weeks) threatened to let go of their branches, ever though autumn was weeks and weeks away.

    The sunflowers, their petals beginning to brown and dry at the tips, wept over the wire fences, and the blacktopped street began to sweat and melt.

    Inside that day, Henry laid in bed, flat on his back, dressed only in his undershorts.

    “If you stay still, you’ll stay cool,” Grammy had advised before walking out the door.

    “Your father and I will be back soon. John is here if you need anything,” she said before dabbing at the moisture around her hairline and above her lips.

    “You sure you don’t want to come along?” his father had asked as he wiped at his neck and sideburns with the handkerchief he kept in his back pocket.

    “Nah,” Henry had said. “I’ll just stay here.”

    “Just stay upstairs. Don’t bother John,” his father said before pulling the door closed.

    The sound of the firecrackers, that and the slow sad music climbing up from the basement and some little girl outside on the sidewalk singing, “Over the rainbow,” made the intense heat seem even more unbearable.

    He decided that he would go downstairs and see John, even though his father and told him not to.

    It was cooler down there.

    “Coolest part of the house.”

    He’d heard Grammy say it on more than one occasion. He needed to be where it was cool, away from the firecrackers and that dawn song that that little girl seemed to know only three verses of.

    It was dark down there, darker that usual. John didn’t even have on the small lamp that was shaped like a naked woman.

    Henry remembered that he hesitated before he reached the last step; he didn’t much like the dark, and the music that was playing, the person who was singing, seemed to give the darkness an even more sinister feel.

    Comments

    1. Geez, that was so heavy and hard to read, but I think it was necessary insight into Tina’s life (via Henry’s). At this point, I’m kind of just hoping Bette lets her in.

    2. Now it all makes sense. I kept thinking the comment about penguins set Henry off, but that wasn’t it. It was the panther comment. Damn girl this is rough. This story is far from sucking, but definitely rough. Looking forward to the next chapter.

    3. They need to talk even after all these years. Maybe they can get some clouser on the past. After all Bette has been writing Angie all these yrs and Marcus is in the picture .for Tina. thanks

    4. you know i love your work… and this story is right there on top… please please don’t make us wait to long for them to finally talk… and i have a feeling angelica walked in on henry killing him self… tough stuff…

    5. Wow…so deep! Of course, baby, one cliffhanger wasn’t enough for you! What a web you are weaving in this story, and we are all ensnared! Please don’t let any distractions–or the flu–get in the way of a quick follow-up to this story. Get well soon!

    6. This was a tough chapter to get through. You brought Tina and Bette together. There’s hope for the future if it’s not overwhelmed by the past.

    7. It was a long time coming, and truly worth the wait! Its chapters like this which causes one to literally feel Henry’s pain. Baby, this was excellent. Although Henry is a grown man, I sat here feeling like I was reading the actual FEAR a 9 yr old would have had. Henry didn’t seem to have a storyline; yet the one you gave him raises the question of how he was able to handle this all of his life? YOU know I am not a Henry fan, but this chapter was so deep that I didn’t care if Bette and Tina never saw each other in the hallway. But, now that they have, let’s talk about it. 25 years go by and Tina has the nerve to stand there and ask herself, “What the fuck just happened. Why couldn’t she say anything?” For clarity sake, was Tina asking this of herself or wondering it of Bette? You know I have more questions; ones you’re NOT going to answer so HURRY UP & POST AGAIN!!

    8. wow Mich baby this is beyond words. I really don’t like Henry butt he things he went through you don’t wish upon your worst enemy. Your stories are so wonderful and I realy keep enjoying them. PPS thanks

    9. Damn this story is like watching a train wreck – or season 3 – are you IC in hidding? giving us little bits of hope. Making us feel something for the unliked character (IC Jenny – you – Henry).Please give us some B&T happiness…

    10. Wow…I held my breath this whole chapter…the writing was so awesome. No one should have to go thru what Henry went thru. I am anxious to see what kind of conversation Bette & Tina will have. I can understand Bette’s pain still being fresh…she lost her daughter for 25 years (I know she connected with a pen pal but she didn’t know who she was). Please post soon …like today.

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