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Laid Up: Another Season 3 – Chapter Eight
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“I have an initial bill here,” Benson said. “It doesn’t include the majority of charges your insurance has rejected.
Bette looked at the bill and stood, opened her pink, white, and black Key West butterfly print handbag. She pulled out her checkbook, looked at the Bic pen on Benson’s desk and pointedly frowned with a look that said she found the pen banal and pedestrian. Bette dug in her purse for her Mont Blanc. The pen oozed money. It was the last gift her father had presented her. He had been horrid that night–very critical of Bette, insulted Tina over dinner, berated Bette for thinking that a child that was half African-American would be his grandchild, but later that night, before he said goodbye (and before she ran off to her sister’s apartment an emotional wreck), he had given her this pen. It was platinum with a diamond on the cap and her name engraved on the shaft. Melvin had called her his gem and he kissed and hugged her as if he hadn’t offended her in every way for those last few hours. In Agatha Benson’s office, the pen was a statement. Bette was saying to her, “Don’t fuck with me about money. I’ll wallpaper this room with bills, and you can pull them off and wipe your ass with them for all I care.” What she actually said was, “All right, fifty-five hundred.” She wrote the check and ripped it from the checkbook. She capped the pen and dropped it and the checkbook back into her bag. She looked down at Benson, lifted an eyebrow, and pushed the check across the desk. “I think we’re done here.” Bette slipped her purse over her shoulder, flipped up the stroller brake, turned Angelica’s stroller around, and left Benson sitting dumbfounded behind her institutional, old desk.
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Shane was going through her email, chuckling to herself as she read a message from Cathy, a woman she had banged in the woods near the Observatory in the Hollywood Hills earlier in the year. Park Police arrived on the scene with guns drawn. They had heard a woman screaming out and thought she was being hurt.
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portia, really thankyou. You take as long as you need to tell us your version of S3. Your Dana is true to other seasons and I loved her little pitstop!! Couldn’t Theresa be Bette’s supporter with the adoption process, being a blood relative wouldn’t she be offered Angelica before social services took her?? Keep steph away, sounds a bit homophobe…I like seeing the snipits of Alpha Bette..and the struggling one made me cry. Portia, there is so much in your story and this chapter, thankyou for giving us readers so much to digest we are so very lucky to have you posting again…pls don’t stop…
Wow, you broke my heart. I feel like I was going through the whole Season 3 mess again. My heart’s bleeding for Bette again…
If I haven’t commented on your story in previous post, I’m sorry. This is so heartfelt and moving. Also, you brought the funny in this chapter with Alice and her Hermes Scarf and Bette with the wallpaper money. I think I’ve read a Tibette story of yours before ages ago on Ralst’ Passion & Perfection. Thank you so much for sharing your talent – and for writing lots when you write. I love the long stories.
I just started this chapter. Theresa Kennard has invaded B&T’s home. Why am I getting a flashback to that story where Vanessa Redgrave loses her longtime companion and her family comes and takes everything from her, including their house? Please, tell me I am delusional…back to your wonderful story…
This story has it all: length, breadth and depth. It’s a winnah, baby! They need to spare us the formalities and just hand you your Fanfic Award right now! I wish I could comment in depth, but I feel too shallow right now….Thanks!
Great storytelling , Portia