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    And Then…You

    Bette stared off into the distance through her office window.  For some reason she was off to a horrible start this morning.  She just couldn’t get her bearings on the day.  She’d begin a lesson plan then forget her thought half way through.  She’d attempt to reply to an email and forget what exactly she was responding to causing her to have to reread the original again.  If she got a call she’d space out and infuriate who she was talking to. 

     

    She finally pushed away from her desk and took a deep breath.

     

    James:  “Here’s your coffee.”

     

    He sat it down in front of her and took in her appearance.

     

    James:  “Hey are you ok?”

     

    He got no answer.

     

    James:  “Bette?”

     

    Bette:  “Huh?  Oh I’m sorry James.  Thanks.”

     

    James:  “Is everything alright?”

     

    Bette:  “Yeah, no…I dunno.  You ever get the feeling that something’s wrong but your not sure what it is.”

     

    James:  “Yes actually.  I get that feeling every time I leave my iron on.  Intuition I guess.” 

     

    He said with a laugh.  He got a smiled out of Bette as well.

     

    James:  “Maybe you forgot your dry cleaning or something.”

     

    Bette:  “Yeah that’s probably it.  Anyway, thanks.”

     

    James:  “No problem.  Don’t forget your 10:30 meeting with Phyllis.”

     

    Bette:  “How could I?”

     

    James left lightening Bette’s mood just a bit.  She was just being paranoid she thought.  Everything was fine.  She looked at the clock-9:37.  She had to get a move on if she was going to be prepared for her meeting.

     

    Unfortunately, 15 mins. later and the feeling only got worse.  She had had enough.  She snatched up her cell phone.  She hit 4 on her speed dial and waited.

     

    Kit:  “Hey baby sis.”

     

    Bette breathed out a slight sigh of relief.

     

    Bette:  “Hi Kit.  Are you alright?”

     

    Kit:  “I’m fine.  Why?”

     

    Bette:  “No reason, I just feel off today.  I can’t shake this feeling.”

     

    Kit laughed a bit.

     

    Kit:  “Don’t sweat it, you probably just forgot to pick up your dry cleaning.”

     

    Bette:  “That’s what James said.”

     

    Kit:  “See everything’s cool.  But look I have to go.  I’ll call and check on you later.”

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    Comments

    1. crap, more drama for Bette, please let Stevie be ok, where is the ass wipe that hit her, it was an accident wasn’t it???!!!! CRAP POST SOON WILL YA!!!!

    2. OMG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stevie cant die!!!! Dont let her die Vibes, i dont know how Bette will deal with her loss:( PLEASE post VEEEEERRRYYY soon:D Thanks for the update.

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