segunda-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2017

9 ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously - chapter 3

hello,
So, Bertha needed a few days to digest her first Belladama trip. It was quite intense for her. What did you think?

Could it be witchcraft or just wishful thinking? Was it her heart speaking or destiny barging in?...

Enough with speculations, let's move along.


Nine ways to live Pride and Prejudiciously
WIP, modern (mostly), adult (you know me...), fun, fluff, heart healing stuff.
read chapter 2

CHAPTER 3
I just called, to say...

'Here you go, your regular order of organic Caffe latte.' Bertha  dutifully scribbed 'Williams' on the cup with her sharpie.

'Actually.' The nice man, the regular customer, pressed a smile.

'Yes?'

'Didn’t have time for breakfast today. What do you suggest?'

Bertha smiled. 'French toast is my favorite, really fresh at this time. But if you’re in a hurry, a bagel is easier.'

He considered for a few moments. 'A bagel, plain.'

She nodded and punched the computer screen. 'Ok. There you have it. That will be 7,56.'

'Thank you.' He smiled with pressed lips, seemed like he wanted to say something, but thought it better. Finally he found words. 'Next time I’ll try the French toast.'

'I'm sure you’ll approve of it!'

'Bertha?' Someone called her name distracting her from his ackward smile.

'Yes?'

'I can take over now.'

'Oh, great.' She moved aside from the cashier giving the other girl space. 'Have tons of paperwork to fill in the office.'

But, as soon as Bertha closed the office door behind her, the cel phone in her pocket gave a loud shriek. 'Oh, dear! My sister...' She mumbled. With a sigh, she answered her eldest sibling who had been acquiring her mother’s taste for drama. "Yes, Janet?"

"It’s me, Lottie."

"Oh, hi!" Bertha blushed. In a way it was a relief, her friend was a lot less dramatic, but on the other hand...

"See, Jan? I told you she was avoiding me." Lottie joked.

"How dare you, Bertha?" Janet laughed on the phone.

"Was not!" Bertha lied.

"Yes, you are! It’s Thrusday already, I've been trying to call you since Tuesday and every time I text back saying how busy you are, promise to call back and blah-blah-blah." Lottie accused.

"I will!" Bertha defended herself. "Would..."

"You won’t..." Lottie chuckled. "You don’t want to talk about it."

Silence.

"That’s ok, Bertha. I’m in the back porch, no one can hear me. How did you like it?"

"Quite a surprise, Lottie. I had no idea!..."

"Does the guy exist, the handsome boss?"

"Huh?" Bertha blushed furiously.

"The man, the super boss who wanted to buy your aprons."

"How do you-"

"I was there, wasn’t I?"

"Oh. My. God. It was you!"

"Yep. I tag along every ride you take." Lottie chuckled. "The provider, let’s say it like that... No, sponsor. Sponsor can tag along to help the traveler, correct the tracks if it’s needed. Of course I don’t know how to do it properly, you’re my first trainee. But I loved to be your guest."

"I’m speechless. I mean, I... I remember feeling I knew you but not exactly who you were and only after I woke up I..."

"It’s mostly like that, just a boost in your self-esteem. That’s why I asked if the guy in love with you really exists or if you composed him of many other guys."

"What a question, Lottie!" Bertha was flabbergasted. "I have no idea!"

"It’ll come to you eventually. I’m betting on some lost opportunity, someone you let slip away and you regret. Not that it means the guy was Mr Right, it’s just your subconscious speaking."

"This is not safe, Lottie. How do you know I’m sane enough to use this?"

"It’s harmless, relax."

"If it messes up with my subconscious, isn’t it something close to an opioid?"

Lottie laughed. "No!"

"What if the person is suicidal? If her subconscious tells her to end things once and for all?"

"This tea will help this person to see her problems in a new perspective, in a new light. Usually, when feeling secure and in control, a person can find a way out of difficult conundrums."

"Mmm, big words." Bertha mocked.

"Tell me, how did you like the experience?"

"You tell me." A pout. "Since you tagged along without letting me know it would happen."

"I wasn’t sure, until now I only had my gran with me. You are the only one I ever offered the tea, it’s all very new to me as well. I didn’t even follow you all the way, only until you accepted a date at the ballet. With me it usually lasts for three days, you must have tripped for a day more and I don’t know where you ended up. Tell me."

Bertha bit her lip deciding against telling she had taken a  much smaller dose than what was recommended. "Good you stepped aside to give me privacy. I appreciate that."

Lottie laughed. "Come on!"

"Will you be with me every time I take it?"

"Next time you take it." Lottie corrected Bertha. "I gave you enough for two tries. Yes, I’ll be your sponsor, a guide if you will. That’s how it works. But not with you all the time like a ghost over your head, more like a companion, an actress in your new life."

"Mmmm... Let me think this through, Lottie. I'm at work and there's a lot to accomlish...  I’ll call you later to chat more."

"Yeah, right you will!" Another laugh.

"Promise."

A laugh. "Bye."

"Bye."


continues