The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

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    EricEric
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    (And her struggles with editorial and cleaning staff anarchy)

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  • #4043
    FloveFlove
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    “Doubt it is headed anywhere,” snorted Finnley.

    #4051
    TracyTracy
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    With some reluctance, Liz was forced to admit that Finnley was right.

    #4065
    TracyTracy
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    It was with undisguised delight that Liz realized that Finnley wasn’t right after all. A glimmer of hope had whistled in with the wind, stirring the dust laden cobwebs festooned across the threads. The clouds parted, sending shafts of sunlight to spear the dark recesses, illuminating the aimless floating of dust motes and dislodged detritus.

    Godfrey stirred, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and called for Finnley.

    #4066
    EricEric
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    Godfrey kind of liked the silence of late.

    Finnley under the guise of regular taichi practice, had been actually quite busy ushering the randomly scurrying forgotten characters out of the house into the wild, with a broomstick and a mild dose of threat.

    The Splendor Manor had fell pleasantly silent. Too silent for Liz probably, who had started to notice and launch back into gears her creaking storytelling joints.

    #4067
    FloveFlove
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    “Turmeric,” said Finnley succinctly, with a meaningful nod in the direction of the kitchen. “Your creaking is doing my head in.”

    #4074
    TracyTracy
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    Finnley froze as Liz flung her arms around her. Thankfully she was not normally this demonstrative and it was frankly alarming to be in such close proximity.

    “You’re an angel to keep reminding me, Finnley. But what am I supposed to DO with the turmeric?”

    #4079
    AvatarJib
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    “Just sniff it in!” said Finnley as she rolled her eyes expertly.

    #4087
    EricEric
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    “And don’t forget the black pepper dear!” Godfrey chimed in, “it’s been known to enhance the effects drastically.”

    #4089
    TracyTracy
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    “They do say” remarked Liz in between sneezes, “That blinking out is very good ~ Achoo ~ very good for you.”

    #4097
    EricEric
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    “Like they used to say at the Pickling Camp, if it’s the brine, it’s fine. If it’s in the air, beware.” added Finnley somewhat cryptically.

    Liz looked at her haggard, nose powdered in yellow stains.

    For added clarity, Finnley said sighing “Your salt bath is ready, M’am.”

    #4101
    TracyTracy
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    Godfrey, isn’t the new platform ready yet? I don’t know why you’re butting your nose in here, when you have work to do! Finnley, perhaps while I soak in the bath you’d be kind enough to explain to me what is going on.”

    “I think I’ll give that a miss, thanks, and let you bathe on your own,” replied the cleaner, aghast at the idea.

    #4110
    EricEric
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    Liz’! We’re all waiting for you now, it’s been nearly a week you’ve been soaking in that bath of yours, I’m dreading how wrinkled you may look now, and the amount of virgin coconut oil you will need to moisturize everything, but I digress. Liz’ get out now!”

    Godfrey was supervising an unusual and unexpected commission.
    The Anthology of Her Works.
    It was a working title, but the idea was simple enough, and yet completely nuts and daunting. Put together the massive material that Liz (and her ghostwriters) had amassed all those years.
    That someone would want to sponsor the adventure seemed completely crazy, so they would have to hurry before the anonymous donor came back to his or her senses and realize the whole futility of the adventure.

    LIZ’!” There was urgency in his voice.

    COMING, FOR BLUBBER’S SAKE! STOP THAT RACKET AT ONCE GODFREY OR I’LL HAVE YOU FIRED.”

    Liz’ finally emerged out of the room, in full regalia, with her silk dragon-patterned black bath-gown, definitely a bit wrinkled at the scalp, but overall looking completely re-energized and ready to embraze the magnitude of the work to be done (meaning: ready to boss everybody around to get it done).

    “So what’s that all about Godfrey? Have we run out of peanuts?”

    “Good Lord no, perish the thought.”

    “So why are you here at the table with Finnley and the handsome gardener, what’s his name already?”

    Roberto “ ventured Finnley, modestly rolling her eyes at such pathetic attempt at continuity.

    “Yes, that’s right,… Alberto. Thank you Finnley, you’re a dear. So what is it, that has you all here plotting around? I’m not paying you to roll blubbit’s droppings in batter…”

    Liz’, it’s serious. We have to start…” Godfrey was about to explain the whole thing to Liz’, but suddenly realized she had just given her approval.

    “So that settles it: the Peasland’s story!” He, Finnley and Roberto acquiesced and nodded at each other conspiratorially.

    #4114
    TracyTracy
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    Liz adjusted her reclining chair and lit another cigarette. Idly, she contemplated getting up to make another cup of tea, but was not thus far compelled to take the necessary action. There were advantages and disadvantages to locking the others in the cellar to work on her anthology. She had to make her own tea, it was true, but the unaccustomed peace was worth it ~ so far, anyway. Glancing out of the window, she noticed the lawns were in need of mowing and the herbaceous borders needed dead heading, but it was still green and pretty, if a trifle unkempt, and the birds still sang in the branches of the plum tree. “Blubbit, blubbit, blubbit,” they seemed to be calling, with the occasional “peakle!” shreik.

    “Can’t get the staff to stick around and mow the grass these days,” the thought popped into her head, which reminded her of something else, something a wise man had once said about certain types of gardeners. “Great at planting the seeds, not so reliable about finishing the weeding, though.”

    A loud rumble like approaching thunder roused Liz from her thoughtful reverie. She was hungry. “I wonder if Finnley had the decency to leave some Peasland soup in the freezer?”

    #4115
    TracyTracy
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    It occurred to Liz that Godfrey’s peanuts were a type of pea in a pod, and had a nagging sense of incompletion at having nobody to share that thought with. What was the good of having a thought if there was nobody to tell?

    #4132
    TracyTracy
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    Liz perused the “jobs wanted” notices without much enthusiasm. It really was quite tedious with no staff around, and nobody to talk to. The thought of training new staff, was rather off putting, but the interviewing could be fun. Or perhaps a holiday, somewhere exotic.

    “I know!” she exclaimed out loud, “I’ll go to Peasland!”

    Suddenly a crash sounded from the cellar below. A muffled voice bellowed, “Somebody stop her!”

    #4134
    EricEric
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    The front door rang at the same time.

    Elizabeth was in the mood to let it ring until whoever was there finally let it go, but there was an imperative and distinct sting in that ring.

    She wrapped her night gown around her waist, carefully adjusted her towel beehive coiffe, and sluggishly slid on her rabbit slippers to the door. That summer heat was just too unbearable.

    COMING!” She yelled at the door, estimating her arrival there at another good minute of bunny slipper sliding and slaloming around the scattered mess.

    When she finally managed to open the door, her worst fears proved true.

    Elizabeth! What sort of attire is that?! Are you sloshed already?”

    Liz’ managed a pitiful smile “ Mother, how lovely seeing you here.”

    “Damn bloody right it is, and not a minute too late, by the look of that place. Having another of your barmy spells haven’t you? I knew something was wrong when that delightful maid of yours stopped phoning in for her daily report. Now, budge up, let me in, take care of that mess of yours.”

    #4135
    AvatarJib
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    Liz’ delicate nose quivered at the heavy scent of her mother’s perfume. As long as she could remember, it had created a thickness in the air, moving around in the house, filling in every corner, invading every space.
    Two men, who looked like those magazine top models, followed in with her mother’s suitcases. They put it in the entrance, got out and came back shortly after with other suitcases. Some were black, some were white, creating an ensemble like a chessboard.
    “How long are you staying ?” Liz managed to get out of her lumpy throat.

    #4137
    EricEric
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    Her mother looked offended “That’s just like you, really. I’ve just arrived darling!”

    But this was all a carefully crafted facade. She quickly took a more natural, meaner look “Well, if you should ask, as long as it takes to help you get your shit back together. Isn’t it the bee’s knees!”

    Liz’ felt her usual wits and quick tongue completely floored by her mother’s invading presence. She couldn’t think of a clever thing to say, so she remained silent, while her mother was getting herself settled.

    “Leon!” the mother waved at one of the muscular studs
    “Yes, M’am?”
    “Get those poor souls out of the cellar, will you. We’re in sore need of some cleaning there. And when you’re done, get the gardener to clean the pool. It looks like it’s full of tadpoles.”

    #4138
    EricEric
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    “M’am, I am quite honoured to meet you” Godfrey felt the need to add a creeping “Your daughter always speaks highly of you…”

    “Don’t be silly, dear” cooed the mother “You can call me Felicity, no need to make me feel like a granny.”

    “Traitor” muttered Liz’ between her teeth. She was spread across the sofa while monitoring the developments of her Mother’s coup and trying to gather her wits and plan her next move. Mother wouldn’t be easily defeated. Last time, Liz’ had to resort to a rats and roaches invasion. Made the house unlivable for months. But quite worth it.

    “Has your latest gigolo grown tired of you and thrown you out… again?” she interrupted the amiable chatter of her mother and Godfrey.

    “Dear, dear, don’t brood like that, it makes you look like your father. You know my mother instincts have always been very strong. Call it my antennas if you shall — I can always tell when you’re not right, and I can’t let you down this slope.” She retorted, queenly ignoring the rude comment.

    #4139
    AvatarJib
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    “What do we do with this ?” asked Roberto.
    Felicity removed her sunglasses and looked at the gardener appreciatively. He was wearing his usual dungarees, with no shirt. She then looked at the mannequin covered in maps he was holding in his arms.

    “Put it back in the attic”, said Liz.

    “Don’t tell me you still do collage”, said her Mother. “I could understand, barely, when you were ten years old, but now… Put it in the trash”, she looked at the gardener longer than necessary, “whoever you are.” She turned to her daughter still spread in the sofa. “What’s his name? Are you two… ?”

    “I’m sure Leon and his twin are enough, don’t you think ?” said Liz bitterly. She felt possessive about Roberto, she knew it was silly but she had to get hold on to something before her mother could strip her of her life. An idea began to emerge in her feverish mind. There had been recent articles about a new game attracting swarms of players, she would ask Godfrey to make signs indicating there was a nest of those Pookemoon in her garden, and maybe in the house. People should certainly be more easy to get rid off than rats and roaches…

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