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Intervention – Chpt 4
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After several moments, Bette gazed over at Helena.
“What the fuck are you and your mother trying to do? Kill me?” Bette spat. “Jesus!”
“Whatever do you mean, darling?” Helena asked, picking up her glass and setting it down just as quickly, annoyed that it was empty.
“I mean…” Bette said loudly.
“Lower your voice, dear,” Helena cautioned her.
“I mean, “Bette continued, leaning towards Helena and whispering, “First your mother reminds me that I haven’t ‘eaten’ and five seconds later you’re asking me why we were discussing your pussy.”
Bette held her position and glared at Helena.
The Maître d’ returned unexpectedly. Bette looked up at him and retreated, leaning back in her chair.
“I brought you a clean napkin, mademoiselle,” he said to Bette, picking up the soiled cloth. “And for you, mademoiselle,” he said to Helena, “A fresh drink. On the house.” He quickly departed.
“Oh, that,” Helena replied, taking the glass by the stem, sipping and returning to the conversation at hand. “Well, I assume Mummy was concerned about the state of your nutritional health this evening, and I, well, I was just posing a question to alleviate my curiosity.” She smiled, plucking up a shrimp and dipping it into its sauce. “You really should eat, Bette,” Helena said, nodding towards Bette’s dish. “Perhaps a little slower this time though.”
Bette stared at her and grabbed the back of her neck, still trying to relieve the tension, as Helena bit and demurely chewed her shrimp.
Helena looked at her and blinked absurdly and flirtatiously.
“Well, aren’t you going to eat your shrimp, darling? I’ve become quite ravenous myself. I’m thinking of fish for an entrée. I hear they do marvelous things with escolar here. Don’t you just adore escolar, Bette? Oh, ‘Garçon!’” Helena called out to no one. “I better order the wine ‘post haste’ if we want The Pinhead to bring it in time for dinner,” she smiled brightly, waving her arm in the air.
Bette broke out in uproarious laughter.
“Numbskull!” she jested.
“Schmo!” Helena volleyed.
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Yay I’m first and yay yay yay you kept your word and posted (doing happy dance) This chapter was both awesome and hilarious my dear. Oh my that waiter, can you be even more stupid hahaha. And Bette definitely is in trouble lol, wonder if she’s gonna get her massage post haste (grin). Thanks for posting sweetie :)
Oh I had a fluffy too!!! Get the kitty. Get the kitty. Now as for this impromptu meeting.I think they should screw with the waiter and ask for the anti-post haste.
I can’t see Bette scooping up kitty doody. She better get the self-cleaning litterbox…..all you have to do is pop out the tray full of doody, throw it away and pop a new empty one in.
zheese what are you thinking makeing Bette and Helena eat that kind of fish, I’m not much of a Belena fan but even I would’nt make em eat that. Thats even more funny than “post haste” Thank you, Md
Doody does happen! Wait till she finds out how STINKIE it can be! LOL Post. Haste.
ha…i don’t know zheese, the word doody makes me giggle…good post…i hope you have plenty of post haste on hand because i expect an update
hilarious!!!! They worked the poor waiter to death…totally enjoyed it!!!
I stay with my original comment that I don’t think it’s right to leave a small kitten home alone all day. But my solution works for me!
Zheese you are absolutely wicked. Helena is going to seduce Bette before Bette has any idea what has hit her (not that I’m complaining or anything). So I guess Peggy’s plan is working out perfectly! If only they could get rid of that silly waiter. PPS!
Caeleigh I habve had many cats over the years going from little kitty’s to very old ones and in my experience a cat can better stay home alone than a dog cause when a cat doesn’t go outside to chase mice or others things it sleeps 70% of the day. Bette’s kitty wouldn’t even notice she won’t be there durng the day :)
Yeah! A kitty! Loving the story…I’m still uncertain of the relationship between these two — friendly? reconnecting? what’s happening Zheese? We need more! PPS
Oh Z, I sure did love the ending and that Gracon sure is a dimwit,,hahaha,,,great chapter as always!!
Bette is old enough to know doody happens. Diapers have to be way worse than a litter box, much more ‘hands on’. At least a cat won’t be offended if you put on gloves. And be fair to the waiter, ignorance is not the same as stupid, although they can certainly coexist.
Now Z, what did this waiter or one of his ilk ever do to you, that you would treat him so harshly? I am with funny, I don’t think it’s too sporting of those who are privileged to amke sport of those just trying to make a buck. In regard to the kitten, the question is not who will take care of it when Angelica isn’t there, but who will take care of it when Bette isn’t there, like all day every day?? You can’t leave a small kitten home alone all day! Luckily, I have solved this dilemma. Bette and Helena should stay home and tend the kitten… and each other..post haste! ha ha ha