Lola hissed as she stabbed herself with the little needle yet again. A little drop of blood trickled out of her finger, so she put the finger in her mouth and licked the blood away. The older ladies looked up from their quilting and looked at Lola with a tug at their lips. The group was chatting and giggling, and a low rumble of chatter filled the room. Lola took a deep breath before she went back to her sewing, she was deep in concentration when one of the ladies spoke up.
“Lola dear, have you found yourself a man to keep you warm yet?”
Another elder woman joined in, “it’s getting cold these nights”
Several ladies hummed in agreement. Lola kept looking at her work but a smirk had developed on her face.
The first elder lady spoke again, “that James seems to be available.”
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