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    September Mo(u)rn

    Story written on January 2, 2006 by funnyone.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=58764
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    Bette has an appointment in NYC with Peggy Peabody for 11.09.2001

    In time she progressed far enough to get beyond the dust. The world wore it’s normal colors. Strangers had given her water and she was able to drink and rinse her mouth and eyes and face. That helped, and she was able to increase her pace. She’d was approaching 14th Street when the gawkers she passed on the street started to murmur, the sound building to screams. She looked behind in time to witness the end on the North Tower, watching it collapse from sight for good. She waited to watch the dust cloud rise again, grateful to be beyond the monster’s reach this time. It sickened her but by now Bette was too exhausted to react very strongly. She needed every ounce of strength she had left to continue her march north. Still unable to find an operating subway, phones still out, nothing but emergency vehicles on the streets. She had, what?, another 3 miles to walk, maybe more. So she walked.

    She’d made her way to Fifth Avenue and found some comfort in the green of Central Park to her side once she passed 59th. When she reached 75th Street she turned right. Peggy’s was just yards away. She used the last of her strength to climb the stairs and ring the bell. When the butler opened the door she could see the amazement flicker across his face. He’d sometimes had to shoo bums away but he’d never before seen such a creature turn up at this exclusive door. Peggy came up behind him, curious who would come calling on such a strange and awful day. She stared at Bette with narrowed eyes. It took her a few seconds before she recognized her. "My God! Bette, my dear, come in!" Peggy drew her into the house with a warm embrace.

    In short order Peggy got Bette into a hot shower and had the staff round up something clean for her to wear. Peggy tried to get her to eat something, but all Bette wanted to do was speak to Tina. The phone lines were still out, but via the computer Peggy was able to establish voice communication with Tina for Bette. Bette’s voice, while recognizable came out a bit strangled. "Baby?" she croaked. Her throat was still sore and her emotions raw. "Bette? Bette, is that you? Oh God, Baby. You’re alright? I was so scared…" Tina couldn’t continue for some minutes. Bette wasn’t much good for conversation for a while, either. But never had they been so glad to hear the other’s voice. And they’d never been so glad to be alive.

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    4. Funnyone…I respect this tribute of sort to what occurred on that dreadful day. That was a day that will always live in my mind, heart, and soul. I’m from NYC and have lots of family & friends there. On that day, I lost family & friends…it was truly a measure of human endurance;however, humanity served this spoil a drink of greater service. We came together, we chose to rise above it, and we learned to survive with such a devastion. Our hearts are filled with many emotions, but the first was love. Thank you Funnyone…I respectfully thank you for the journey. It was dark but in the end of every journey the lights is bright, warm, and welcoming.

    8. Thank you for the kind comments, ladies. Just FYI: I’m very, very glad to say that not in the middle of the nightmare. The towers were already down by the time I woke up that day and opened the shades on my skyline view from Woodside, Queens. Much smaller nightmare for me.

    9. wow, it evoked so much memories of that day…and i read that JB actually was in NY then and was supposed to go to twin towers…thank you for this story

    12. This is not just a story, the event is fact, and it is one that we should never forget. I tend to agree with those that believe if given enough time and absence we as humans stop remembering that which we should not. If anyone remembers history has always proven that people forget, or push the bad memories aside thus allowing another individual or party to attempt the same at another time. I live on the west coast and have never forgotten how I was woken up that morning, or the concern that being so close to S.F. I could not send work crews there as we were unsure of what would happen . Thank you for the story, and the reminder of what is important.

    15. I live in the UK but visited Ground Zero last year on a visit to NY, it was a very emotional place to be, you have brought a vivid description of the serene memory I have of the place. Thank you.

    16. I will always remember where I was and what I was doing that day. As a nation, and as a world I think that we all came together. Now that this type of horror continues to happen in other countries, I hope that we can remain as compassionate to them. I hope that one day these type of acts will stop.

    18. you know i’ve been PC less for a while so this is very late comment. i am proud to call you a friend funnyone – that just conveyed so much of what was a terrible day. i don’t believe anyone is totally evil but to do this with glee sure tests that belief. in england we had a minor taste of 11/9 last year with what happened in London. the only thing that conquers evil is not more evil but love and comprehension.peace

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