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Beatrice grinned. "You came here because you you pigged out on jalapeño poppers and instead of eating a healthy dinner. We're not having an omelet, friend. We're having roasted beets. And greens."
"Omelets are healthy," offered Adelaide.
Beatrice glared.
Adelaide chuckled. "Beets it is, then."
Beatrice rose from the sofa and walked over to the camp stove on the counter. She pulled the lid from the smaller pot, sending a column of steam to the ceiling. Adelaide rose to her feet and walked over to join her.
Thirty minutes later
Adelaide pushed her empty plate across the coffee table and leaned back to slouch on the sofa with one hand resting on her belly. "That," said Adelaide. "That was amazing."
"And healthy," said Beatrice.
"And healthy," mumbled Adelaide.
"Better than jalapeño poppers." Beatrice leaned forward to collect the two empty plates. Stacking one atop the other in her hands, she rose from the couch and walked to the countertop.
Adelaide stood up. "Let me help you," she said.
"I'll take care of it in the morning."
"You sure you won't come back to my apartment, friend?"
"The dirty dishes will still be here when I get back."
Adelaide rested a hand on Beatrice's shoulder. "You know what I mean."
Beatrice shook her head. "I'll be fine."
Adelaide looked at the tear starting again in Beatrice's eye. "You're not fine."
Beatrice sniffled and fell forward against Adelaide's chest. "Sometimes I miss her so much."
"Shh," said Adelaide, wrapping Beatrice in her arms. "Come here."
Fifteen minutes later
"You sure this is okay?" asked Beatrice, pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa to cover Adelaide and herself.
"You won't come to my apartment and I'm not leaving you alone, so yeah, it'll do."
"Thanks for staying," said Beatrice. "I appreciate it."
"It's what friends do," said Adelaide.
Afterword
So Friend Cosette wasn't just drunk and full of la merde when she told her stories of the impostor queen. But where is Danika, the rightful heir to the throne? And what can be done if Beatrice should succeed in finding her?
And what in friend's name is going on with Empyrea's expanding dirigible fleet? Will Cordelia be flying one of them? And to what end?
Tune in next time, friend.
- COMMENTS
stroudle24 days agoA few things worth mentioning here Wax . I was about to say you always have the best food , I mean jalapeño poppers (but in moderation please friend Adelaide) and pretzels but then you go and give us beetroot and spoil the food lust I had going on lol . But then you give us the friends are here for each other and its what we do , listening and being supportive and that is something I love about your books . Umm I think I've been put of flying by the strapon wings lol. Oooo now we are getting to the nitty gritty and seeing the false Queen in all her dark evilness , i sense dramatic music coming on , no pretzels for Queenie . Seriously though Wax the fact that friendship first and foremost is the underpinning moral of this story is just brilliant and something we can all learn from . Now let's form a search party and go get Beatrice's girl back . Stonkingly great as always Wax, thank you . Jc
FranziskaSissy26 days agoAnd you've done it again - loving kindness, affection without expectations, compassion - simple gestures that every soul is happy about .... Even when reading, this emotional flood reaches one through your words ..... and now Adelaide's fire to help Beatrice and Danika is certainly kindled .... Maybe Adelaide was in the scouts and has brilliant ideas for exploring the labyrinth 🤗
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Anonymous28 days agoI love all of this, but I admit I'm a little disappointed there isn't a cheese cave.
Anonymous28 days agoI follow this serial like some people follow “Succession”, etc. Same with Tales From The Stream, etc. This is some quality writing from a singular talent / imagination. Reminds me of that line from the Billy Joel song “Piano Man” - “They say Wax what are you doing here???” But please don’t ever stop…. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
toesucker128 days agoI just knew two dozen jalapeño poppers would be trouble, but now we know a little more about the missing queen. I love the slow disclosure of the mystery, and the warm friendship abounding everywhere.
