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Laid Up: Another Season 3 – Chapter Eight
“I did my research. I was well aware of your museum and its ties to the Foundation. The comment wasn’t innocuous as you say. Your point, and it was clear, Bette, was that I should run the Foundation as my mother had. I found it insulting that you’d barge into my office…”
“Okay. I…did…not…barge. In fact, you kept me waiting and then wouldn’t look up at me when I was finally given an audience with you. But, go on. Please.” If it took all night, they were going to get to the bottom of this. This was one thing within Bette’s control and she was going to play it out all the way.
Helena switched off the bright lamp and sat in the dark. “I resented you comparing me to my mother.”
Bette was about to respond, but she could tell that Helena wasn’t finished.
“I realize that you believe that my mother and you have some special connection because of her coming to your rescue several years ago and your shared love for Art, but the Peabody Foundation was and remains under my auspices. If I choose to take it in another direction that was and is my right and privilege. I didn’t owe you anything.”
“Helena, did you expect me to grovel? Was that what you were waiting for? That’s not my style and I didn’t believe there was any reason for that.”
“No, you’re not one to grovel.”
“I don’t want to fight with you. We have two very different views of what transpired that day. I do know that something about me got under your skin and you came after me. Whether it was New York or something else, I don’t know, but at least, own that,” Bette suggested with a hint of antagonism.
The rage Helena had felt when she discovered how Bette Porter wanted to undermine her leadership sent Helena to the boiling point again. “Did you honestly believe that I wouldn’t learn that you went over my head? That you tracked my mother down in her little love nest and asked her for funding? Of course, she told me, Bette. I’m her daughter.”
Bette was surprised. She thought Peggy would have used more discretion. “I felt desperate and was given every indication that you had no interest in anything I had to say.”
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portia, really thankyou. You take as long as you need to tell us your version of S3. Your Dana is true to other seasons and I loved her little pitstop!! Couldn’t Theresa be Bette’s supporter with the adoption process, being a blood relative wouldn’t she be offered Angelica before social services took her?? Keep steph away, sounds a bit homophobe…I like seeing the snipits of Alpha Bette..and the struggling one made me cry. Portia, there is so much in your story and this chapter, thankyou for giving us readers so much to digest we are so very lucky to have you posting again…pls don’t stop…
Wow, you broke my heart. I feel like I was going through the whole Season 3 mess again. My heart’s bleeding for Bette again…
If I haven’t commented on your story in previous post, I’m sorry. This is so heartfelt and moving. Also, you brought the funny in this chapter with Alice and her Hermes Scarf and Bette with the wallpaper money. I think I’ve read a Tibette story of yours before ages ago on Ralst’ Passion & Perfection. Thank you so much for sharing your talent – and for writing lots when you write. I love the long stories.
I just started this chapter. Theresa Kennard has invaded B&T’s home. Why am I getting a flashback to that story where Vanessa Redgrave loses her longtime companion and her family comes and takes everything from her, including their house? Please, tell me I am delusional…back to your wonderful story…
This story has it all: length, breadth and depth. It’s a winnah, baby! They need to spare us the formalities and just hand you your Fanfic Award right now! I wish I could comment in depth, but I feel too shallow right now….Thanks!
Great storytelling , Portia