Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry for all this time! I have to say once I make a commitment I should go through with it! So here is going to be chapter 2 of the help.
"I thought you were gonna get up?" Lisa says to me as she opens my bedroom door.
I was squashed in-between two pillows, my feet dangling off the side of the bed cause I slept in an odd angle.
"I was planning to, but then I asked myself…why?" I groaned, knowing that I was gonna have back pain for sure this morning.
"You best get cleaned up, don't want to waste Miss Skeeter invitation to come over now do you?" When Lisa left I found myself sliding out of the bed, knees first I leaned my head on the still warm bed and tried to find within me a reason to stand up and get changed.
By some miracle I found my way down the stairs, a light powder blue dress that reached to just below my knees, a darker blue belt at the waist and a string of pearls that went round my neck. You'd of think I sounded pretty?
Well I would be if you'd overlook the horribly arranged hair bun that found its way into a loose side pony, or the dark bags under my eye's or even the fact I wasn't wearing no pantyhose!
"Well don't you look like a sour lemon?" Lisa commented, as I slumped into the dinning room table. I sagged my head on the table waiting for the world to just stop and crumble down around me.
"Don't tell me, you still on about Kenneth Foote?" Lisa huffed, dropping a plate of eggs and bacon and a side of grits in front of me.
I stared at the food for a moment, it felt more like a task that needs to be completed then actual eaten.
"I just can't get over it just like that Lisa." I said quietly, toying with a bit of crispy bacon painfully slow to chew on it as Lisa gave me the stink eye.
"listen here, you got to pull yourself together you gonna go up stairs, do ya hair and makeup, put you on a pair of pantyhose and go over to Miss Skeeter's and have ya a good time." Lisa left no room to debate as she rushed me through breakfast and after I was done putting my pretty face on I left for Skeeter's.
When I drive my old blue Cadillac I took the time to reflect on Kenneth's showing up out nowhere, and trying to muscle his way into my life.
The nerve of him, my nails dig into the leather steering wheel I loosen them up and concentrate more on driving then trying to mentally kill Kenneth Foote, not that it really matters seeing as Skeeter family lives on a cotton plantation out in the middle of nowhere.
If I hit anything it would be a suicidal bird!
When I pull up I see Mrs. Phelan on her rocking chair and Skeeter draped over the porch railing, I pull up and hop on out.
"Kathleen, it's been forever since I saw you!" Mrs. Phelan calls out as I walk up on the porch.
"Yes it has Ma'am." I said, giving her an awkward hug.
"Hey Kathleen, what you been up to?" Skeeter asked, gesturing for me to come stand next to her.
"Do you honestly want to know Eugenia?" I asked, crossing my arms over the railing. I call her Eugenia in front of her mother; Mrs. Charlotte Boudreau Cantrelle Phelan does not like nicknames.
"I can think of a few things, but I'm all ears." Skeeter advised, stepping off the porch with me following behind. Leaving behind Mrs. Phelan who was downgrading Skeeter for not wearing shoes.
We come to sit under the pink crepe myrtle tree out in her yard, we sit there in silence for a few minutes just enjoying the little piece and quite we both need at least once out of the week.
"You know, I did see Kenneth Foote?" I began, looking towards Skeeter who gave an understanding look. "I went to see Johnny's new wife and when I was leaving him and Johnny showed up and let me tell ya, I couldn't have gotten out of that place faster."
"Talk to him?" It was a simple question, and all I could do was nod my head as I remembered.
"What did he say?" Skeeter asked, nudging me in the side with her elbow.
"He tried to apologies, but I told him that I'd forgive him when Hilly decided to become a nun." I told her as that inner fire erupted from my gut.
"Do you ever think he may really want to you to forgive him? I mean Nine years is a long time and if he still remembers, don't you think that all this time its been nagging him?" skeeter tried to reason, but I was having none of that.
"Oh, im sure if it was bugging him so bad he would have said something Nine years ago! Besides its over and im not talking to him no more!" I huffed, crossing my arms in a childish pout.
"Oh Kathleen what am I gonna do with you." Skeeter sighed as she shook her head.
"Just make me a cake and let me eat it to." I joked back, making us both laugh.
It wasn't till the next morning when I woke up in Skeeter's bedroom that I was reminded that I spent the night, I haven't spent the night at anyone's home since I was a kid it felt nice.
"Miss Skeeter, you got a phone call." I hear Pascagoula holler at the bottom of the stairs, and like a flash Skeeter's is down stairs in a flash.
I took my time changing into one of Skeeter's pencil Skirts that went all the way down to my shines; I also borrow her turtleneck shirt that hung loose on me. But I loved Skeeter's cloths, they maybe big but their comfortable.
When I walked downstairs I could hear Skeeter and Hilly talking over the phone, probably talking about Hilly's husband's cousin.
"Hilly, I really think you shouldn't…I know but…you can't do that…but Hilly…Fine." When Skeeter turns around she's startled to see me standing there behind her.
"Here, Hilly wants to talk to you." Skeeter said annoyed, thrusting the phone in my hand.
I place the phone at my ear, waiting to hear what Hilly has to say.
"Kathleen, hi, how is you? Anyway Stuart Whitworth, you know my husbands cousin? Well me my husband William, Stuart and Skeeter decided to go on a diner date! And we want you to accompany us!" Hilly made it sound worth wild; it had suspicion written all over it.
I really didn't know why Hilly was offering me an invitation, its not like I had a date nor did I want to feel like a third wheel.
"I don't know Hilly…" I began, really not wanting to.
"Come on Kathleen, for support for Stuart and Skeeter!" Hilly almost hissed over the line, it made my ears ring as I pulled away from the receiver.
"Fine, I'll come but don't think I plan to stay long." I retorted, handing the phone back to Skeeter.
And that's all for now folks! I hope you like my little comeback! This is so that you know I haven't abandoned this fan-fic! Love your favorite Arthur and review! Also check out some of my other work!