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Imagine my surprise when I open the mail in the TedBook office this morning, and there was an unsolicited manuscript from my friend Betty, who lives near Detroit. The fact that I had just written a story with a Betty (who sounds exactly like her, but was purely coincidental) seemed to have awakened the author inside, that she had hinted at. I have been after Betty to write some stories for Trifecta and Friday Fictioneers for some time. This story is a sequel to my latest story Blame Game. Being humble, she didn’t want anyone to see it… hahahaha…. here it is… (If you are watching Downton Abbey and have not seen the last episode, read no further)
DON’T CALL DURING MY SHOW!
Betty was unnerved by the ringing of her phone, as her friends would never call during her favorite show, Survivor. Upon answering she heard Cheryl screaming and blaming her for Ethel’s frightening experience. The ramblings went on and on until Betty could take them no more. She thought Cheryl was a bit squiffy, for obviously Ethel had eaten too many burritos.
Unscathed by the rantings of Cheryl, Betty hung up the receiver and returned to her program. The phone immediately rang again, and this time Cheryl was blaming her for Matthew’s demise on Downton Abby. Smacking her hand to her forehead, Betty was in disbelief and thought that maybe it would make Cheryl happy if she just went out and sat in the car after attaching a hose to the exhaust pipe. Tying to get a word in edgewise was impossible, so Betty put the receiver down and continued watching Survivor. During the second TV advertisement Betty checked her phone and was relieved that Cheryl had caught on to the abandonment. She hung up the phone and fixed herself a scotch, as she really needed one!
Settling back down in her chair she was interrupted again by the telephone. With patience exhaust, she grabbed the phone to give Cheryl a piece of her mind, she heard her say “The Red Wings SUCK”, and then hung up! Betty began to seethe! How dare anyone say such an awful thing about her babies!! She downed her scotch and poured herself another.
Her rage subsided as her favorite part of Survivor came on, tribal council. Jeff Probst was reading off the votes when the phone rang again! Knowing it was Cheryl calling back, Betty decided to let it ring and go into voice mail. A few seconds later the phone rang again and this time Betty walked over to the phone to unplug it, but before doing so she checked the caller ID and to her surprise…it was Ted!
So, that’s Betty’s story… please let her know what you think. I still have to talk her into making a blog and joining us… may have to send some Scotch. I loved the last line, but would never call during Survivor!
I think we’ve missed the deadline, but I wanted everyone to meet Betty… I’ll just call her Betty Red Wings for now…