So wow! It's been like months! Sorry about that...I hope this chapter is good so that no one kills me for taking forever and putting out a crappy chapter.
The tea kettle boiled and drowned out the refreshing sounds of Godspell that was playing, more like blaring, from the kitchen stereo. Godspell was Liz's comfort music like Jane Austen books was her comfort books and tea was her comfort drink. Ironically two seconds before the tea kettle whistled, Liz had been sitting ina chair in her kitchen reading Jane Austen's Persuassion while belting out the lyrics of the the song "O Bless the Lord my Soul." She continued to sing as she poured herself a cup of tea. Sitting back down again, Liz ceased singing and immersed her self in Anne's troubles about her true love Captain Wentworth. She occasionally took a sip of her tea but for the most part she didn't move a muscle.
It was in this state that Jen found her upon entering the kitchen later that evening. "Liz, why on earth do you feel the need to be comforted today?"
"I don't feel like I need to be comforted." Liz was quick to retort.
"Of course not. That's why you're sitting here listening to Godspell, reading Jane Austen, and drinking tea." Jen replied.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Those are all your comfort objects Liz. Even Corinne knows that." Corinne was the sisters' roomate and their best friend, who while being their best friend knows absolutely nothing about them because she has the worst memory in all the world.
"Comfort objects? I'm not sure I know what you mean by that." Liz was now purposely being annoying so that Jen would leave her alone.
Jen didn't buy it,"Don't play dumb with me LIz. I'm not going to stop talking to you about this just because your being a pain."
"Damn!" Liz thought to herself and for once in her life actually wished that her sister didn't know her so well.
Jen continued, "You know perfectly well what comfort objects are. Everytime your upset or mad you come home and sit here drinking tea listening to that cd and reading some book written by Jane Austen even if you've already read it a million times and you know exactly how it ends."
Liz looked at her sister as though she was deeply offended. "How could you say such a thing! I have never read Northanger Abbey and Lady Susan by Jane Austen and so I don't know how that ends."
"Lady Susan?" Jen questioned.
"Yeah," Liz perked up, "It's Jane Austen's seventh novel that like no one in the world knows about. I've got this book upstairs that has all six Jane Austen novels and then this other book written by her called Lady Susan and I've been dying to read it but I haven't had time."
"That sounds interes..." Jen stopped and her facial expression changed. "Nice try Liz. Trying to get me to forget about the comfort objects." Liz slumped back in her seat as Jen continued to scold her in a motherly fashion. "You have nothing to be sad about LIz so put this stuff away and finish that tea."
"I do have something to be sad about." Liz was defiant.
"What could you possibly be sad about?"
"The fact that I was so unfortunate to get the Bingley case." Liz murmured.
She forgot that her sister was clinically proven to have hearing like a bat. "Not this again." Jen moaned.
"Well maybe not the case itself." Liz said as Jen sighed. "Maybe it's more of the fact that I'm mad at Chalie's bastard of a friend and witch of a sister."
Jen didn't laugh at this like Rick would have instead she said, "Liz you don't even know them give them a chance."
"I don't even know them! You heard what Darcy said."
"Forget what Darcy said! Come on Liz move on. Didn't you here when Bingley said that Darcy will be out of town for awhile and won't be back for a few weeks. You won't have to deal with him for a few weeks. Now clean up your comfort objects before Corinne gets home a sees them and starts being more motherly than myslef."
Liz couldn't argue with her sister any longer because she just didn't have to energy so she finally gave in.
I know its short but I just thought I'd put it out there. So who wants to kill me first?