Note: I know it's not Christmas anymore, but I wanted to get this story done. I know it's late sharing these Christmas stories, but I thought you would enjoy reading these writing prompts that come in my e - mail. I'm always looking for ideas, but I have a list going on right now. I don't do lists, but I'm somehow doing it and it's something new. I'll share more stories later.
Bernadette had an idea – since this mystery is hard to solve, she's doing her best not to give up. The idea she had just come up with was why not talk to Scott himself about it? He knows more than everyone else. He is a little bit older, but that doesn't make very much sense to her at all. The part of her idea is she could try talking to Scott about these women and why he's been giving their clothes to her. This was something to share with her brother.
It was her turn to cook dinner tonight, so she thought it was a good idea to talk with Barney about this. Maybe she could solve this clothes mystery by talking with Scott. Today was Saturday, so maybe she could call him and see if they could get together tomorrow and talk about this whole thing. Bernadette and Barney take turns cooking and setting the table every night.
Barney was in the kitchen when she was starting to cook.
"Have you been able to come up with any new ideas on how to help me solve this clothes mystery?"
He shook his head.
"No. Do you have any ideas?"
"Just one. I'm going to solve this one by talking with him about it."
"Mind if I say something?"
"When you're done talking with him, why don't you break up with him? Of course he's been friendly to you, but from what Christina has just told me, I think that you're better off without him."
"What makes you tell me that?"
"Remember I told you that Christina said to me that he says he has more than one girlfriend all at once?"
"Yes, I do."
"With all of what he's done to you with these clothes smelling like perfume, you tell me what he could probably be using you. Have you thought about that one?"
"No, I don't think I have, but I will keep that in my mind when I talk with him if he's open. I don't think that I will talk to any of his girlfriends with the perfume on the clothes because I don't know how to get in touch with them let alone know what their names are."
"I also think you have a good idea here. If you plan to become a private investigator in the future, I don't want you to try solving any real murders since it's too dangerous."
"I understand. I don't plan to do that anytime soon."
"That's good. Have you called him yet and see if he's available to talk with you about this whole thing?"
"Not yet. I'm going to do that after dinner's over. I want to eat first."
"I think that's a good idea. I'm not going anywhere tonight."
"Neither am I. Maybe you and I can watch a movie or something. What do you think?"
"I like it. What do you want to see?"
They normally watch channels on TV that have movies on all the time. They pick on what sounds good and go from there.
"No idea. I'll let you do that part."
"Sounds good to me," he replied.
Since tonight was only five – thirty right now, maybe Scott could still be home when she calls him and see what he has going on.
"Do you think Scott has a date tonight so I can talk with him?" asked Bernadette.
"I'm not sure how to answer that, but it's a good thought."
"I know. You know people like to date on Saturday nights."
"I know. I've done that a few times myself, remember?"
"Of course I do."
"So that's how I see it, Bernadette. I would do that if I were you."
"He's a nice guy, but I don't want to do that. I'm sure a lot of his other girlfriends have done the same thing," Bernadette told him.
"They probably have. Do you want me to hang around when you talk with Scott or do it without me?"
"I'm a bug girl, Barney. I can do it by myself, but thank you for offering."
"No problem. I should be around if you need me."
"I know. I don't get involved with any of your girlfriends like I can now with Scott."
He did see that his sister made a point.
"I know you don't, but I do wish you luck while you talk with him."
They talked while eating their meal that she had made.
"Don't forget it's your turn to cook tomorrow night."
"I know, Bernadette. I like taking turns with you."
"I do too. Makes it easier on us," Bernadette agreed.
It was his turn to do the dishes. That's another thing they do, which makes it easier so the same person won't have to do it every night.
Once she and Barney finished eating their meal, Bernadette excused herself so she could make that call. Even if it means Scott isn't home to take her call, that's fine. She'll just leave a message anyway. She and Barney don't have their own cell phones, so they're good without one and use the house phone instead. That's how they plan to do that.
"You'll get to hear about it, Barney. I'm calling him now."
She grabbed the phone and decided that her bedroom was the best choice to make the phone call over to Scott. He was home, and Bernadette thought that was a good thing.
"Hey, Bernadette. How are you?" Scott asked.
"I'm doing good. How about you?"
"I'm good also. Did you want to talk with me about something?"
"Yes, I do. It's about those clothes you've been giving me."
"What about them? Aren't you enjoying them?"
"Fifty – fifty. Scott, are you available either tonight or tomorrow so we can talk about it?"
"I'm available right now. In about two hours I have a date."
Bernadette expected him to say that to her.
"I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'll look out for your car."
"All right, Bernadette. I'm on my way right now."
Then she put the phone back in the kitchen.
"He's on his way, Barney. He said that he has a date after that."
"That's what I thought Scott would say that."
"I did too."
In less than twenty minutes, Scott pulled into the driveway. Bernadette did what she told him – she was watching for his cat. She opened the front door so that way she could greet him.
"Hi, Bernadette. Can we make this fast?"
"Depends on how long we have to say about this Christmas," was her answer.
"What about Christmas do you want to tell me about?"
"Those clothes I mentioned over the phone."
Before Scott arrived, Bernadette was able to get the clothes to come with her so that way she could show him what was the problem with them. She had them lying on the couch in the living room so she wouldn't have to keep making more trips. She invited Scott to sit on the couch in the living room with her, which he did.
"Why do you have my clothes here on the couch for?" asked Scott.
"That's what I want to talk with you about."
"I'll do my best to answer," he replied.
"Don't you ever pay any attention to the sizes of clothes?"
"Yes, I do. Why are you asking me this?"
"Because these aren't my size, Scott. I'm not going to wear clothes that don't fit me. Will you please take them back?"
"I don't think I can do that, Bernadette."
"Because I bought them just for you."
"But they smell like perfume! This is why I wanted to talk with you."
"Please calm down, Bernadette."
"I'm not going to calm down, Scott. You really gave me a mystery to solve that involves clothes with perfume on them! Take them back to that woman you had taken from!"
'That's probably telling him' she thought to herself.
"I get it. Let me apologize, Bernadette."
That's when she remembered what Barney told her – break up with him. She listened to his words in her head.
"Scott, I've tried these clothes on several times and they don't fit me at all."
"Maybe it's your imagination that's not your size."
"No, it's not! Even Barney noticed it. Just take them back, please."
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes, Scott. I think it's best that we don't stay in touch."
Scott saw in her tone of voice told him that she was really letting this happen by breaking up with him.
"Look, Bernadette, I never paid much attention that these clothes had perfume on them. I'm sorry," Scott apologized.
"I'm a medium, and not a small. Whoever that woman is, tell her that the perfume on these clothes is really strong on the smells."
"I will tell her tonight when we're done with this conversation."
"Okay. Now I'm beginning to figure this out – you wanted to use me to wear clothes like these that aren't my size, right?"
"I never said the word 'use,' Bernadette. I really did want to give you something for Christmas that was different. I do this to some of my other girlfriends and they don't complain about it like you just did."
"I'm complaining because I'm curious to know where they came from. Take your clothes with you and we won't be talking anymore after tonight, and that includes telephone conversation."
"Do you really mean it?"
"Of course I do. Get out!"
Scott stood up and did exactly what she told him to. Yes, he took the clothes with him.
Bernadette didn't even bother going out to say good – bye to him outside. Barney joined his sister.
"I heard you making all of the commotion, Bernadette."
"He deserved a commotion like that, Barney."
Bernadette was never that type of girl that would break into tears after breaking up with a guy that she's seen for a while, and Barney was proud of her for doing that.
"Did you solve this mystery like you told me?"
"Yes, I did, but I ended up giving the perfume clothes back."
"Good for you. Let's hope this doesn't happen again, Bernadette."
"From now on, I'm buying my clothes that don't have perfume."
And she did mean it.