PRIDE AND PREJUDICEFan-fiction
Fan-fiction
I do NOT own the copyrights to Pride and Prejudice
NOTE: Sorry, never been to England in my life, so I just write my speech.
Scene 2
Barbie, Brenda and Belinda let out a huge breath as they stepped into Momma Sue's home. It's two stories sported brown paneling which climbed halfway up the wall and then allowed dark green wallpaper to take over. The woman had actually been born - and raised- a southern hick in America, but had consented to move over to England in order to help her daughter out with running a boarding school for young college students.
The students weren't bothered with any questions of Missy's whereabouts by Momma Sue simply because she wasn't in the foyer when they came in, and heading upstairs stopped any chances of them seeing her in the kitchen. Barbie opened the door and promptly sat on the bed and began griping over Missy.
"That gal is such a spoil sport. Can't even enjoy a good romp. I bet she was behind that man who ordered us out. It was all just at trick." Barbie brushed her hair as Belinda did Brenda's fingernails. The trio planned -or should it be said Barbie drew out the details- of their next escapade. "We'll just make sure Missy isn't included." Even Belinda- who had the softest heart in the group- admitted she didn't want anyone she felt was a wet blanket around.
Wet blanket, even if I could have heard those thoughts it wouldn't have mattered as I rolled around muttering something about the cook needing to be forced to eat their own creation. That remark brought laughter to the room - a sound I was vaguely aware of - but too dastardly tired to care. Caring was something Momma Sue had begun to do when I hadn't shown up by nine though. And it was that worry which caused her to drive her car over to the old Bennett place and come inside calling my name.
"I'm here." I managed to speak loud enough for her to hear me. "Wishing someone would shoot the cook , or at the very least me." She didn't find that amusing -though someone must have because I heard another chuckle.
"Let's get you back to the house." Momma Sue helped me up and asked where I'd gotten the blanket and pillow from.
"I …" My mouth stopped as my brain clicked enough to know I hadn't been the one to get the items -but if I'd said that Momma Sue was sure to put me in a straight jacket. "…I don't remember anything about them." It was the truth - sort of- I mean I really didn't know where they went.
"Well, we're going to have to borrow the blanket." Momma Sue insisted I keep the blanket around me and said I could bring it back when I was feeling better.
"Okay." I managed to mutter as she helped me out the door and into the car. Two faces watched me leave, three sat and talked about me, and another went to hide in the library -I was aware of none of it at that particular time. No, I just wanted to feel something besides death - warmed over.
OOOO
"You really should have called." Momma Sue chastised me as I sat curled up on the most comfortable couch I'd ever sat on in my life. It's dark blue material held tiny white flowers spread through its domain.
"With what? A dead cell phone?" I then pointed out the place did not have a workable landline.
"They really should just condemn that place." Momma Sue griped and was not thrilled when I said I was going to look around the place when I took the blanket back.
"Why would you want to do that?" Her eyebrows raised high.
"To check out the foundation, and walls. I want to see if it really needs to be brushed off." I ignored her yippee-not look. Instead I pointed out the fact I had consented to let the cook live.
"Oh, and you really had a choice?" She shot that 'Momma-gonna-tan-ya' look my way.
"She should at get jail time at the very least." I held up my cup of herbal tea.
"For what?" Momma Sue spoke as she tidied a set of magazines on the rack.
"Attempted murder." Again…she wasn't amused and left the room to do paperwork-probably to order more poison for the cook-I mean food.
The three B's - a name I confess I started - entered the foyer acting worse than Linda - a younger sister of an old friend. Anyhow, those three made that particular girl look highly intelligent. To top it off they'd decided to play the Valley girl roles -something a professor of questionable intelligence had brought up in class the other day.
"Like, isn't that the like most gorgeous bod you ever saw?" Barbie was referring to a picture she held in her hand - it was of some actor I didn't recognize and really didn't care to know. Standing up, I took the blanket and cup of tea upstairs thereby saving myself the torture of listening to some conversation involving gagging oneself with a maggot.