Betty White Bloopers Novels & Stories

If there was a better word in place of horrible, she would've used that instead to mark the bitter experience which she hoped not to ever relive till the day she'd die for good. Frankly, putting up with Jonathan's animalistic moans was beyond torturous for Betty. She was even surprised she made it all the way to the end when the given time elapsed. As expected, everyone laughed as Betty went back to her spot and washed her hands with soda water. “Disgusting-ass pig,” she cussed under her breath, frowning, and wishing she had a hand sanitizer with her. “Next!” Jordan heard her clearly, since he sat right beside her. “My turn, folks. I pick, uh, Truth, I guess.”

Her brows furrowed in worry, but she nodded slowly. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Mom… we just ran into another problem. Betty has lost her memory.” My voice cracked, and tears spilled down my cheeks. “I didn’t believe it at first. I prayed it wasn’t true. But when I spoke to her, she didn’t recognize me. Not even once.” “WHAT?!” My mother’s voice broke, filled with disbelief and horror. I reached for her hand again. “Please, Mom, you have to stay calm—”