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Why, Bette? (Part 3)
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“Thank you, thank you for that,” Bette said softly. “And for the Calder. You’re precious to me, Eileen.”
“Yeah, yeah. Like I haven’t heard that before. The list I could give. So stay in touch, Bette. Bye.”
The weekend had started off dreadfully, but by Sunday night, Bette was feeling better than she had in weeks. Perhaps she had survived the worst. She hadn’t needed Zoloft to get through it. She was still in charge of her life. The prescription remained in her purse, however.
* * * * *
James slid the door to Bette’s office open. His boss was sitting in a chair, leaning forward as she surveyed six small sculptures placed on the meeting table before her. Bette picked up one of the abstract sculptures and sat back, turning the small bronze piece in her hands. She shook her head and placed it back on the table.
“Excuse me, Bette.”
She took off her glasses and held them in her hand when she looked up at James. “This sucks. What am I going to do? There’s no restraint, no command of the bronze. Somehow I’m not surprised that Franklin loves this *****.”
“Bette, I’m sorry, your father’s on hold for you.”
“What?” Bette leapt from the chair and jogged over to her phone and pushed the speaker button as she answered. “Daddy?” she said breathlessly and with real happiness.
“Hello, Bette. I thought you had forgotten about me.”
“Never. I thought you were out of the country. Where are you?”
“I’m calling from the plane. I had a business meeting in Seattle and have a layover in Los Angeles. My plane lands just before Noon. Let’s see…at 11:58 to be precise. The Hilton on Century has a beautiful garden. Perhaps, we could take tea there and time permitting go to the café for a quick lunch before my flight out?”
“Of course, Daddy. Shall I pick you up at LAX?”
James smiled while listening to the exchange. Bette was such a Daddy’s girl. She turned into a nine year old in front of his eyes.
“No, I’ll just take a hotel shuttle over there. I would say to expect me around 12:45.”
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Wow I love this. It’s very deep. You display a great deal of knowledge and you have a great ability to articulate it.
Wow I love this. It’s very deep. You display a great deal of knowledge and you have a great ability to articulate it.
What a well written and beautifully told story…I so love your insight Portia…thank you and please continue as soon as you can…bravo!
This is such a beautifully written story. It’s so well crafted–I’m really looking forward to the next installment!
Wow! WOW! WOW! I love the exploration of Bette’s inner-pysche! This story ended so beautifully sweet. I LOVE IT! :D
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Excellent. Glad to see you are back.
I have been waiting for almost a month for you to post your next installment. I love the depth andfeel that we feel when we read it. Please don’t wait so long to post again.
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I love this story so much. I hope you’ll continue the story.
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