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The Emancipation of Lizzie Cooper	By : Silent Pluto Category: Comics > Archie & Co. Views: 10135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Archie & Co, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Leave it to Betty
When we got back home half an hour later, I saw that dad was awake and reclined in front of the television. With artemis curled up on top of his reclining chair watching Gilligan’s Island.
“Hey, I was wondering what happened to everyone. The house was so quiet, and your cat meowing my ears off. I guess the poor little fella’ was hungry.” Dad smiled as the girls ran into the house and climbed on top of his lap.
“I’m so sorry dad. Artemis is always hungry. I have him on a diet.” I replied as I walked to the kitchen.
“Wow, no wonder he’s miserable.” Dad chuckled. “So, did you girls have fun with your aunt this evening?”
“Yes! It was fun!” Amber shouted. “Grampa…what’s a nut bar?”
I started on dinner as soon as I got the groceries all situated. Not wanting to listen to their conversation in the living room and I turned on the satellite radio that was attached to the shelf. Interesting how Polly updated the kitchen, I’ll give her kudos for that. Shit I don’t even have satellite radio in my car, much less my kitchen. I was barely 5 minutes into preparing the sauce when pitter patter of little feet ran into the kitchen.
“Can we help?!” they both shouted in unison.
“Sure!” I grinned. Then I saw Artemis strut behind them and meow. “Yes Artemis you, too.”
All he did was leap on top of the counter and waltz over the window sill, and lay there.
“Artie is a lazy cat, Aunt Betty.” Amerie giggled.
“Yes, yes he is.” I agreed.
Amber changed the radio station to oldies music. And the two of them started singing ‘California Girl’. I felt like I was in a time warp.
“Where do you girls know this song from?” I asked.
“This is all mom listens, too.” Amber gleamed.
‘Your mother is a few fries short of a happy meal.’ I thought to myself. Forgetting about their music choice, I had them wash their hands and put toddler sized aprons on. I found some old ones in the garage. Apparently, no one has cleaned the garage in over twenty-years because I seem to remember where everything is!
So, I had the girls make the meat balls, while I grated the cheese. I didn’t have the time to make the sauce from scratch so I got some from the store. The twins were very adept to everything I told them. We made salad, garlic bread, and a strawberry shortcake with time to spare.
“I’m guessing you two have done this before?” I asked started to clean up the kitchen.
“Nope!” Amber said happily.
“We see mom doing this all the time. But she never bakes anything.” Amerie explained.
“Yeah, cause everything she bakes, she burns.” Amber giggled.
“Hah!” I laughed.
We heard the front door slam shut. I was guessing it was Polly. It was already nightfall.
“Hey I’m home!” I heard a gruff male voice bellow.
“Daddy!” the girls shouted as both of them dropped what they were doing and ran out the kitchen door to the living room.
“Hey!! How are my girls doing?” He answered. I took my time and walked out of the kitchen, into the living room. Sad as it is, I have never met nor seen my sister’s husband. I’ve only heard of Jack Thorton through Chic. And Chic hates Jack like a dose of poison.
“We helped Aunt Betty make dinner!” Amerie shouted through giggles.
“Wow, I was wondering what smelled so good!” he laughed.
When I came to the living room, I finally saw the notorious Jack Thorton. To me he didn’t look like much. Sure he was blonde hair, and blue eyed. He carried Amber over his shoulder with ease, certainly built from working in the construction field. But the look he gave me when I walked into the room, made my shackles go up. I know that look, I’ve seen it before many of times, and I didn’t like it.
“Hi, you must be Polly’s sister.” He smiled openly, quickly masking the look he gave me not just a few seconds ago.
“Uh…yeah.” I replied as I shoved my hand out for him to shake it. “Betty.”
“I know. Nice to finally meet you.” He smirked as he shook my hand. “I’ve seen a lot of your pictures around the place but …”
“Yeah, I know.” I replied cutting him off, and pulling my hand back from his. “I’m always on the go. Busy, busy.”
“Right.” He conceded, as he continued to stare at me and look me up an down. I felt revulsion turn in my stomach.
“Daddy, you got perfume on?” Amber giggled. “It smells nice.”
I felt my stomach knot. ‘Whomp! Whomp! And there you have it. How nice it must be to finally meet your sister-in-law for the first time, smelling like women‘s perfume. Well, I am a writer, and I just love a good drama.’
“Uh, dinner’s almost ready, maybe you should go wash up.” I suggested while looking into the living room at dad who was glued to the t.v. “Hey dad you ready to eat? The girls and I made Spaghetti for dinner!”
“Sure honey, just a few minutes.” He replied.
‘Yeah sure, if I remember a few minutes lead to half an hour with you and the boob tube.’ I thought, as left the living room and walked up the stairs. Leaving everyone down stairs.
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“So, meet any of your old school friends today sweetie?” Dad asked as he stuffed his face with meatballs.
“Just a few.” I replied as I bit into a slice of garlic bread. “We saw Jughead in the grocery store this evening. Didn’t we girls?”
“Yup, yup.” Amber giggled happily as she slurped her pasta drenched noodle.
“Amber, it’s rude to talk with food in your mouth.” I heard Polly scold. I rolled my eyes.
By the time I was ready to serve dinner, Polly walks through the garage door. (Which was attached to the kitchen.) I wondered why she didn’t go through the front door, like Jack. His car is parked in the garage. Something seriously screwy is going on in this house. She didn’t even know I was in the kitchen putting dinner into serving bowls and platters, she was fixing up her hair and spraying perfume on herself.
She jumped when I closed the pot. I didn’t even say anything to her, as I passed her stunned face to the dinning room.
“Aunt Betty are you gonna be here for our birthday?” Amerie asked.
“Yeah it’s in three weeks! I’m gonna be 3!” Amber said excitedly.
“Me, too!” Amerie agreed happily, as she bit into her meatball.
“Uh, I dunno.” I replied almost speechless. ‘Would I even want to come back here?’
“Oh please, please, pleeeeease!” Amber shouted.
“Amber, we’re at the dinner table. Lower your voice.” Polly scolded, as she sipped her wine.
“Maybe you can make them your special Cherry-Vanilla cake.” Dad added as he wiped some sauce off of his chin.
“Mmmmmm!” Amber hummed with pleasure.
“I’m sure Betty wouldn’t have the time for all of that dad.” Polly said, with a sneer at me. “Isn’t that right sis? Won’t you be busy with your next book, or something?”
There was a short silence that was broken with Jack’s belching. Ugh! That man is disgusting.
“You know what. No I’m not busy with anything new.” I replied venomously. “I’ve taken a break from writing, and it’s one of the reasons why I’m here for my reunion this week. I was thinking that maybe I’d stay the rest of the summer.”
“Whooa hooo!” I heard Amerie shout. I looked at her completely shocked. Amerie never looked like the one for outbursts. “Hehehehe. Sorry mommy.”
“That’s great!” Dad smiled. Seeing his face light up the way it did made my heart melt. I’ll always be daddy’s little girl at heart. But what the hell did I just set myself up for?!
But it was worth while to see Polly’s face. Shock, and then a little fear surfaced to her face. What could she fear from me hanging around Riverdale for a couple of months? But she quickly schooled her features when Jack turned to tell her something.
“Sooo, dad when’s Chic coming home?” I asked, dinner was almost over and I haven’t seen my lil’ bro all day.
“He likes to stay at his friend Stewart’s house during week.” He replied. “That boy’s always so busy, most of the time he’s here on Sundays, but he’s gone Monday morning.”
“Chic plays football dad.” Polly added. “And you know how it is with jocks and college. It was hectic in high school, now it’s horrendous.”
“Well, at least he has a life.” I chuckled as I downed what was probably my second glass of wine. “Anyone up for dessert?”
“You had enough time to make dessert?” Polly asked clearly shocked.
“Yeah mommy! Me and Amby helped her cook dinner and bake a cake!” Amerie grinned happily.
“Yeah! So we won’t have to eat jello tonight!” Amber gleamed. I heard Jack give a short cough. And mumble about something being in his throat.
It was around eight o’clock when the girls fell asleep on the mountains of covers we pulled out on the living room floor. They wanted a sleepover. And since I’m Betty the pushover, I obliged them, and now my head is filled with wicked stepsisters, and glass slippers. After eating half of the cake dad went out for a walk. I offered to go with him, but he wanted to go by himself. I found that odd, but I let him be.
For some reason I was still full of energy, must’ve been the cake. I decided to open the garage and have another look at dad’s car. It finally dawned on me that if the damned thing was still running what’s the point of wasting my money and renting a car. So, I found dad’s old tools, they were dusty. If jack was such a handy man, how the hell would tools get dusty in a house?
*snort* Well, we all know where his hand have been apparently, so stupid question. But where had Polly disappeared to? That’s the question of the evening. She didn’t answer her phone, she’d been out for hours! And she comes in just as her husband walks through the door, sneaking in from the garage. Call me stupid but it seems that both wife and husband are cheating on each other here. This is so stupid, why the hell did they get married then?
“That’s a good question.” Ethel said, the next day at the mall. I spent the whole night working on dad’s car. It only need some regular maintenance, I could change the muffler, but the would screw up my nails. And getting new brake pads for it would mean me going to the junk yards and finding a car exactly like his and taking it off myself. They don’t sell parts for dad’s old jalopy. And it needed to pass an emissions test, blah, blah, blah. So I couldn’t drive it around. But it was fun just tinkering with it.
“*snort* I’m not asking any questions. They got themselves in that form of hell, and they’re going to live with it.” I grumbled as I looked at pink dress in Macy’s.
“The drama’s of Riverdale never cease to amaze me.” Ethel snickered. “I’m going to buy this purple one.”
“Ugh, you’ll look like an over ripe plum.” I gagged. “You should wear something sexy, not boring. You’re a model, not Ms. Grundy.”
“Now that was vicious!” Ethel screeched, as she jammed the dress back on the rack.
“Oh, you’ll get over it. I mean, didn’t you bring something to wear with you?” I asked as I examined a black mini dress. It looked so glossy, and it was like it was saying ‘Buy me, betty, take me home and wear me!’.
“Yeah, but you know me.” Ethel grinned.

“Yeah, I know you. You’ll change your mind at the last minute!” I grumbled. “Guess who I saw last night while I roamed the treacherous wally-mart forest.”
“Archie?” Ethel asked.
“Do you want to get on my bad side so early in the afternoon? No. I saw Jughead.” I said smirking as I saw her eyes widen. But she quickly schooled her features to try and look uninterested.
“Oh?” she replied.
“Oh come off it.” I laughed. “You know what? Why don’t we spend a whole day at your hotel, and get the spa treatment the day of the reunion. I don’t wanna go to any of the day spa’s here and run into anyone.”
“Hiding again are we?” she snorted raising her eyebrow.
“Hah! I wish, there’s no way I can hide now!” I said as I began to explain to her what happened over dinner last night.
“Oh that was very smart.” She replied. “And here I thought you couldn’t wait to leave this place.”
“So I let my mouth run off. Oops?” I snarked.
“Even better, the juicy drama we’re going to unfold in this ghost town.” Ethel said eerily. “Betty I believe you were sent here for a greater purpose.”
“I was kidnapped. And my presence here is disrupting their reality.” I retorted, as we walked to stand in the check-out line. “My sister is hiding something, I mean it’s more than her messing around on her husband, but me spending time her shook her up. She didn’t even say a word to me after dinner or this morning. I mean I made breakfast.”
“Hah!” Ethel laughed. “You’re turning into the housewife she never can be. Maybe little sister is jealous.”
“I don’t think so.” I objected. “Besides I’m not married she is.”
We ate lunch at one of the Japanese restaurants that was in the mall. I’ve never seen this place here before, and it looked and smelled inviting. I had miso soup, while Ethel expertly ate sushi, I wanted to gag.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you who’s staying in the Sheraton hotel with me.” she said, after finished our meal and we were waiting for dessert.
“Spill, Big E. If I were an investigative reporter like my English lit professor told me to be in college, I’d have hate mail the size of mount Fuji.” I giggled. And no I didn’t drink any sake. I have no clue what’s in that stuff!
“Moose Mason.” she smirked.
“Oh?”
“Oh yeah, I saw him and a woman checking in yesterday the same time I was. Apparently he didn’t recognize me, because I walked right by him.” She explained, as she downed a Heineken Beer.
“A woman huh.” I replied. I didn’t keep up to date with his person life. I hardly watched football.
“Yeah, I think she’s the owners daughter. I’ve heard stories of him being engaged to some young bird. I saw pictures of them online, but I never kept up with it. But the speculation is…that his fiancée is the owner of the NFL team ‘Raiders’, daughter.”
“Well thank you Oprah!” I puffed, waiting for her to end her headline news moment.
“Well, just saying.” Ethel shrugged, as the waiter brought our dessert. I ordered chocolate fudge cake, I wanted chocolate for right now. Ethel ordered the same, but she got peanut butter cheesecake, too. I wanted to barf. Where she puts all this stuff I don’t know.
“Wow, I’m wondering how is Midge gonna take all of this in.” I wondered out loud as I scooped up some of the cake with my fork. Boy was this heaven!
“I don’t know. But I’m not going to be the one to tell her.” she admitted.
“Oh come, on E. We’re all adults now, whatever she had with Mason, is long over.” I said.
“Yeah, but I don’t think so. I think she still loves him.” Ethel the philosopher replied.
“Oh gawd, not this again.” I puffed annoyed. “You’re ruining my chocolate euphoria right now with your meant to be’s and blah, blah, yankee-doodles dandies.”
“Hah!” She laughed. “Yankee-doodle dandies?!”
“Yeah kid stuff!” I snapped. “You of all people should know, that nothing lasts forever. Especially relationships.”
“*sigh* My best-friend the naysayer.” she chuckled. “You’ll meet your waterloo soon.”
“See!” I puffed. “This is exactly what I mean. Waterloo?! The hell does that mean?!”
“My grandma, always had a saying that everyone must meet their waterloo.” she said, as she finished gulping the chocolate cake and started on the cheesecake.
“You and your grandma are nuts.” I resigned. “I wanna go to Frederick’s, buy some new panties.”
“Buying for someone in particular?” Ethel teased.
“Yeah, me!” I retorted. “I wonder how that new Hotel’s gonna look for the reunion.”
“The Bellevue Club Hotel?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ve never been there. Didn’t know Riverdale had a place so fancy, and spanking new.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen it before…well the outside.” She laughed.
“Two days. Just two days until we enter the time warp.” I sighed.
“Hmm, it’s not so bad.” Ethel, said trying to lighten the moment. I reframed from telling her Jughead had a son for some unknown reason. I think that he should tell her. I mean we’ll see everyone eventually right?
Then all of a sudden my cell phone rang. I looked a the number and it wasn’t a number I recognized. But I answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Hey Bets.”
“Reggie?”
“The one and only.” he replied.
“How’d you get this number?” I asked, frowning as Ethel laughed at me.
“Cause I have it like that.” He answered. Typical pig-headed response.
“Look, just tell me what you want so I can hang up, please?” I badgered.
“Yeowtch, retract those claws there kitty. I only called to ask you one question.” He replied.
“Ask!” I snapped.
“Would you like to be my date for our Reunion Dance Friday?”
He would’ve done better if he asked me to mow his lawn.
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I just wanted to say thank you to all you readers out there. And I wanted to add that I used the name of a real hotel in my story the “Bellevue Club Hotel” is a real hotel if you all didn’t know that.
If you want you can look it up here it is: http://www.bellevueclubhotel.com/
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