Talk of The Town: A Tale of Two Cities

Chapter Thirteen B is for Bubble, Bubble toil and Brooklyn Trouble

Chapter Thirteen

B is for Bubble, Bubble toil and Brooklyn Trouble

Tess didn’t know what struck herself one minute Dean Tracey was there the next he was gone. But he’d only dashed when he saw that girl with the camera phone and that’s why Tess was dumbfounded by it all.

Merely taken by surprised she approached the girl, her clothes were purely teen vogue designer this girl read and breathed wealth and money something Tess never really got to experience with her Mom being an artist and not a lawyer or someone’s wife. But all the same she respected it!

“Excuse me but um may I ask why you took those pictures?” Tess inquired.

“To hand into Talk of The Town!” The girl was stunned as to why Tess would ask; was it expected for Tess to know of such a sludgy website.

“What’s that?” Tess asked clueless, she was for most a girl from Brooklyn and not of this side of the island.

“It’s a website online by some girl who makes the Upper East Side Royalty’s life hell!” she said primly, her friends were by this time giggling and Tess was still confused.

“And you’re telling me you’re going to submit them?” Tess asked faintly understanding what was going on.

“Well yeah, you have no idea it seems how much this will piss Clara Maine off!” She was sort of getting off at the possibility of how Clara would take it and all that was going through Tess’s head was how much of a spoilt brat she was.

But Tess was concocting a plan as she spied the phone on the table and the money left on the table she’d be sharing with Dean.

“What if I buy them off you that’s got to be better then you not getting anything for them, isn’t that the art of being a Paparazzi?” asked Tess grinning her perfect smile.

“Well yes and no, you’re not seeing the bigger picture of what this could do!”

“And you’re not seeing that it’s not just Upper East Side Royalty you’re messing with!” Tess saw it in black and white this preteen girl wasn’t going to hand over the stuff.

Don’t drastic times call for drastic measures?

With one arm length Tess had the girl’s cell in her hands and was running out the door.

“Thieve!” The young girl screamed and right when Tess was about to be out the door ironically some Cops were walking in and distinctively heard the young girls screams of theft. Before Tess knew it she was being read her rights!

Brooklyn Girl was at East end Police station looking shell shocked and her hands a trembling as the cop that arrested her led her in.

“Name?” asked the Officer Clerk tiredly and adding a sigh.

“Teresa Williams-Howard” she said timidly as she watched the officer blink.

“Um take a seat over there!” the officer pointed to a bench across the hall.

The officer turned and spoke to another “We’ve got a bit of a situation with that one!” They said still in an audible whisper to the officer that had arrested Tess. “She’s a Williams-Howard girl!” Tess could read lips and she knew something was going down if not what exactly, “Who wants to call her? Last time she bit my head off is all I’m saying!” said the clerk going back to their seat.

The woman from that afternoon appeared in a grey skirt suite it was ringing with Dior and possibly limited edition, Tessa was concerned why she was here and not Jennifer her mom.

The woman looked at Tess slightly pleased for some weird reason; she was heading into the office with three officers. Tessa looked down at the handcuffs still on her wrists.

The interview room was damp and Tessa felt on edge sitting next to the elderly woman who seemed so controlled and elegant at a moment like this.

“Why did you steal the phone?” asked the officer that arrested her, the phone was laying in an evidence bag on the interview room table.

“The girl who owns the phone took a photograph of me and a guy named Dean Tracey, the girl said she would post it onto a website called Talk of The Town and it would make another girl Clara Maine “Pissed were the owner’s exact words.” I offered to buy them off her for little money I had on me but she refused and so I took the phone to save Dean getting in trouble and that Clara girl being ‘pissed’” Tess replied, she looked to the Officers sympathetically.

“You heard her officer she didn’t actually mean to do it?” said the woman smoothly, “If you don’t let her go remember I have connections to the Mayor you could all lose your jobs over this and then what would you be? A mall cop or security officer, I’ll let you take your pick!” she had a venom to her voice meaning only business and Tess could feel she’d be never letting this incident down for a very long time.

2 and a half hours later and Brooklyn Girl was a free woman except for the price she was about to pay.

The driver held the door open and Mrs. Williams-Howard got in elegantly, the door still stood open. “Well just don’t just stand there get in!” She tried to sound coolly but it still sounded annoyed, hesitantly Tessa got into the limo. “Brooklyn!” She announced to the driver flicking the screen ahead up so Tess and her were privately alone.

“Who are you?” Tess asked sinking into the seat.

“Your Grandmother dear” replied Mrs. Williams-Howard, she looked at how Tess’s face turned to side to side taking her in.

So Tess thought in her head I was right my Mom was a Hamptons’ lover!

Mrs. Williams banged rather loudly on the door although Tess had suggested to use her key, frantically Jennifer ran to the door to open it to find her fifthteen year old daughter standing next to her own mother. “You’re...!” Jennifer stopped taking the sight in.

“Saturday eight sharp dinner the both of you!” Mrs. Williams-Howard said smartly, Jennifer looked like she’d been punched in the face and there wasn’t much I could say for Brooklyn Girl except...

Bubble, Bubble looks like Brooklyn Girl is in Trouble!