Betty's Reunion Story

Chapter Four- Being Sarcastic

Chapter Four -Being Sarcastic

“No no no no no”  I shook my head vehemently “no”  I glanced again at the traitor aka Nicole Ann Carmel “no no no no”  I started the mantra all over again.   “that crossed ten”  Kevin’s amused tone attracted my glare which was till now burning a hole (I wish!) at the Ball gown before me.

“C’monBetty! It’s your mother’s reunion party. I can’t go without you”  Nicole pleaded. That tone can make millions fall apart but I, Betty sanders will stand my ground. They want ME to wear THAT!

“Nic, do you know me in the least? Why on earth would I wear those?”  I pointed to the blue fluffy gown. Last time I checked, kids wore that to Riverton dress up competition. The only difference is that they sized four less.

“How about this? Designer wear, you know”  I made an attempt to shield my eyes from the harmful pink radiations emanating from the said dress.  “The pink panther costume?”  I asked smirking but shut up my wide range of available facial expressions when I saw I was infuriating the woman of the gown section. The woman looked nice but poor her, she got stuck up in THIS section. If she needs her job, she’d better shush it and keep up with my sarcasm.

“You can try. If it’s not good, we’ll leave”  Kevin decided to speak up after he had entertained himself enough while watching my torture.  “I tried. But my eyes are not adjusting to the brightness of them”  I said making Nicole throw her hands up in frustration  “actually the cones in my eyes, to be precise” I add enjoying her fretting. For someone who calls herself the elder sister of Nic,I do love torturing her.

“You are over reacting”  Nicole said annoyed  “try at least”  remember what I said about getting to sleep in my own bed tonight? Apparently some people out there are not willing enough to let it happen so that is why we, at 9 o’ clock in the night are here in the same Jean-Louis store without eating our dinner and trying on stupid clothes that itch and are a waste of money.

The torture was bearable till half an hour before Nicole finally picked her ‘destined’ gown and went off limits when she turned on me and asked me which I quote ‘what I wanted for my ball dress’

So half an hour of my precious life was wasted in coming up with mocking comments and hard core stubbornness against the ill doings against me. Imean, whythey don’t just let me be if I didn’t want to wear what I don’t want.

Nic had been evil enough to never mention I was going get myself one as I was planning to skip the ball and escape to the free spa but no, I am my mom’s daughter and hence that girl won’t go without me or she’ll feel like ‘using me’

A truck load of crap!

“Listenlady, you are spoiling my holiday mood right now”  I stated.  “Argh! You know what, I hate you Betty. You suck” she cried out frustrated. I made a slight bow and grinned at her retreating figure to the bill counter.

Mission accomplished.

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“What happened between your Tiena and you? I really had a hard time blocking out those smoochie smoochie noises from entering my ears and contaminating my mind”  I teased Kevin who look at me wide eyed. We were back at my abode, bothKevin and I sprawled over my lawn while Nicole who was still mad at me was showing all those she bought to my mom.my dad was missing out dinner. Iwonder, why he’s getting more and more of those tasks that takes up so much time that he comes late at night. When I was young, the situation was the other way round.my mom worked late night shifts while me and Raymond played with dad who came early. But that has changed since mom built her own clinic downtown and scheduled her own timings as she’s the head doc there.