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Dianne Schuch - Lindsey

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MARCH 5, 2013 11:56AM

You return, everyone stops talking...IISTGp115

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It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit. " William Makepeace Thackeray



“Bootsie died today...”

That was all I heard. It was over. I no longer had my most admiring fan, and the world no longer had that wonderful cheerful fun person. A huge void in the gay community of Houston.

 

That picture...I was told she actually had it taken the year before for the obituary. Bootsie planned, and her death was no exception.

Mel was outside talking to Dana on the phone after I dropped it. As she hung up, I was very disgusted to see a smile across her face. Her nemesis was gone, dead. And I really want to believe I am wrong, but Mel changed. She got very cocky after that.

She offered to have me go to Houston for the funeral, but she warned me money was low and I would have to find transportation etc. She was very rude and cold about the matter. Why didn’t she want to go with me? We always had funds for her to travel all over the U.S. for funerals of relatives she had no relationship with or friends she hadn’t seen in 30 years, or even corresponded with. That woman loved funerals. She actually registered for them.., I lie. No she didn’t. But she would if she could. I declined and went to bed.

I was officially depressed.

In retrospect, shame on me for not going. I wish so badly I had.

And it seemed from that moment the air was different. The world seemed knocked off it’s axis. And Mel was walking a little easier.

She suddenly had bravado and didn’t seem to be concerned about how I would “take things”.

It was disconcerting.

And it didn’t take long before my world was once again topsided.

“Dianne, I want to see my sister. I know what she did was wrong, but I need family.”

Wait..WHAT? Taking over my family wasn’t good enough?

Yes she was on the phone daily with my sister or my mom. And when she wasn’t talking to them, she was talking to Nancy.

I am not a “phone” person. As a matter of fact, I hate the phone. I don’t get people like Mel who call just because they are bored. I’m telling you NO ONE can burn up those phone lines like Mel.

But this news about Candee was just about as much as I could take. But what was I going to do? If I told her no, she would resent me. If I told her yes, I would have my life infiltrated by that evil, dishonest, conniving overbearing, nosey bitch.

There I said it. I knew nothing good can come from this. So instead Mel planned a trip to see Nancy.

My best friend Nancy and I had reunited. I was very distressed to hear the hell she had been through and worse, that she had been homeless. I promised her that would never happen again and that she was welcome in our house. She was very excited to have use visit and see her house.

Nancy has always been the type of person that once she wants something, she is going to do everything she could to get it. And when she is convinced of something, again, no one can change her mind. So when Mel and I arrived at her “new” home, I shouldn’t have expected it to be different.

The people who sold the house had sold it with everything in it. ALL the furniture dishes etc. I was immediately suspicious. No one does that anymore. The house looked as if everyone left in a sudden hurry. The house had problems, structurally. And it wasn’t a nice house. It really needed work. It smelled really really bad. Everything looked thrown together like in those row houses you see in the fourth ward. The most pressing issue was the plumbing. The water was brown, horribly brown. I was certain that something was definitely not right. We were using this water to bath, brush our teeth, soak dentures, cook…yuk.

It was Christmas and we decided instead of spending a lot of money (which we did anyhow), we would exchange our most beloved items. I gave Nancy a lamp that I had purchased in 1979 for $300. I LOVED LOVED LOVED that lamp. It had a brass base with a grapevine crawling up. The shade was etched glass. And not that tacky crap you see etched these days. I gave her that lamp to show her how much I really truly cared for her. I cannot remember what she gave me. To tell you the truth my heart was not into it. I was mourning Bootsie and had the idea of Candee returning to our life swimming in my head. There weren’t enough drugs.

And Mel and Nancy were given to little private chats that would suddenly stop when I entered the room. I was certain I was being paranoid. Mel wouldn’t do that to me. And Nancy and I went back. We had history. She would never betray me. But I left there feeling uncertain, no longer safe. No one had been closer than Nancy and I. Was I Crazy???

The last day of our visit, Nancy received a phone call. It was from the sheriff in Corsicana, Texas. Who did she have business with in Corsicana Texas? Who did she have business with ANYWHERE in Texas? My ex-husband lived there...

 

 

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wow bless all involved

r.
Jon
Not so much.
Do you think Willie needs a blessing when she actually smiled about Bootsie dying?
And Nancy, I think she is up to something.
Hmmm. maybe they do need blessings after all...