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Art of Love – Chpt 14
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I pulled Bette’s hand into my lap, clasping it firmly and caressing it with my free one.
“I’m listening, Mrs. Peabody,” Barbara said.
Bette and I both held our breaths.
“Once upon a time, there was a piece that I thought I would give anything to possess,” Peggy began. “I chanced upon it, just a few short years ago, displayed at an art show and silent auction I attended in London. Having finally been blessed with the good fortune and golden opportunity for which I’d patiently awaited, for what seemed like an eternity, I offered an overly-generous bid, one bordering on obscene, to lay claim to this treasure, a long lost family heirloom. Soon I was joyously rewarded with a phone call from the auction house, which advised me that the piece was mine. Post haste I made arrangements to have the artifact delivered by my bonded moving agents.”
“How nice for you,” the Senator said, undaunted.
“Yes, well, imagine my shock and alarm, not to mention my disappointment and disheartenment, when I was forthwith informed that the long-desired, sentimental piece had been absconded by a ruthless and wanton swindler whose modus operandi involved spreading her legs and sharing her own piece for the one she wanted in exchange. Seems my bid was not obscene enough after all.”
Mummy leaned back in her seat and relaxed.
Barbara inhaled a deep breath. She looked down and pulled nervously at the corners of her napkin. Looking up, she said quietly, “What an extraordinary story. And what a regrettable experience.”
“Do you?” Mummy asked the Senator.
“Do I what, Mrs. Peabody?” Barbara inquired, innocently.
“Do you regret it?” Mummy replied.
“I assure you, I don’t know what you’re referring to, Mrs. Peabody,” Barbara answered.
“We’ll see about that,” Mummy said, scooting back her chair and heading for the living room. “You’re not the only one with ‘Tricks,’ if that serves to hasten your memory.”
Bette and I looked at each other, distress and astonishment bathing our faces.
“Where is she going, Bette?” I whispered, not that the Senator couldn’t hear me across the table.
Bette shook her head. “I don’t know, Baby.”
“Your mother has an infinitely peculiar sense of humor, Helena, and an enchanting imagination,” the Senator said, smiling and taking a sip of wine.
“Eh-hem,” Bette cleared her throat. “Barbara, would you excuse Helena and I for just one moment?”
“Certainly,” the Senator said graciously smiling.
Bette took me by the arm and tugged me hurriedly toward the direction of our bedroom.
“Darling, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I have an idea,” she whispered, “to get your mother’s sculpture back. It involves a sacrifice of the greatest magnitude, but I hope you’ll understand. I’m doing this because I love you. And your mother.”
“But, Bette?”
“Please, Sweetheart, let me do this,” Bette looked at me imploringly.
“Well, I…”
“Please, Helena! Go on ahead and wait for me in our bedroom. Please,” she begged. “Just trust me. Trust that I love you.”
“Alright,” I said, unable to say ‘no’ to those beautiful, beseeching brown eyes.
Bette kissed me sweetly and I went and sat on our bed. And waited.
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Is Bette gonna offer the picture Helena gave to her? I wouldn’t do that but love is love. Work commitments? What would Peggy say to that? lol…Just kidding loved it…post when you can.
Ahhh… sounds like Bette is going to give a piece to get a piece… of art, that is. =) How sweet is she?! Don’tcha just lover her! I DO! Please tell us what happens next. I love Peggy and her classy put-downs! She is a barrel of laughs.
Scooby what the hell is that? I need more…and Bette better be only offering art and not a piece of herself…hahahah I know she wouldn’t let the games begin…Do you want a Scooby snack?
Ah, c’mon zheese, let’s see Peggy rip her a new one.
i felt like i had a seat at the table…peggy is so…well, she is so peggy..love the way you write her and the senator is as cool as they come…what’s for dessert?
now how could you just end it there and not give us more?? i sure hope you post this weekend LOL
Personally I feel Bette should stay the hell out of this; it’s clearly Peabody VS Grisham!! And I believe Peggy was doing a wonderful job on her own! If in fact Bette wants to give Grisham Helena’s painting to her, I think she is wrong. This is not about Bette right now and giving Grisham that painting is all kinds of wrong. If this was about the Senator getting one over on Helena, I could understand. I’m sorry but sometimes Bette just needs to mind her own business!!!
great chapter, love peggy, but how can you leave us hangig like this? so get back to your computer and write another one, will ya? PLEASE… i’m not the most patient reader i guess. and bette, don’t you dare offer heleana’s painting to the senator,you hear me?!
I hope Bette is not giving up the painting that Helena did. Their one week anniversary gift. That’s a lose lose situation. Excellent portrayal of Peggy. Please post soon
Great chapter, zheese. Can’t wait for the next post!
wow just wow this was quite a chapter! I loved Peggy all the way and the Senator is she stupid or s she just acting stupid? Please don’t let Bette give her painting away, let peggy stop that please. Post soon I’m dying here
Ohhh….you’re cruel…such a tease…
My Deat Zheese – by all means PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don’t think because we don’t post-we don’t like! Many a time I find myself editing my “posts” or thoughts to the board rather…YOU ARE AN AMAZING WRITER! One or two pages at a time are a killer – but we come back day after day to read you – the way you “nail” the characters right on! I can see “Helena’s” every mood – I can “feel” Peggys words and I get wet right along w/everyone else that reads you every time “Bette” ‘wants’ her lover in the heat of the moment….! You’ve entranced me – with your words…hmmph – I fell in love w/a singer once…while she sang to me…you have that power girlfren – don’t let the rain…and the moon…or anything else stop you – if no one were ABLE to read your work -wouldn’t you still write anyway???Love and Light – much Light – blinding Light to empower you ever more.Xo
Don’t talk nonsense, zheese! We love you! I couldn’t comment earlier because my internet was on the blink. ;( And I bet there are loads of shy lurkers around reading your stuff. You can see by the ammount of views you get that people are reading your work (to read yours is to enjoy) and that people keep coming back to read it because they love it so much. Be happy. :)
You’re killing me here girl, such a short chapter, I’m longing for more, much more. Loved it please post soon.