“That was a dynamite meal,” Marie said as Jackie opened the door to her apartment. It was a studio walk-up on the third floor, only about two blocks away from the restaurant.
“Yes. The food there is always good.’
“This is sweet.”
As they walked in, Marie saw the studio. It was L-shaped with one leg holding a small kitchenette. The other had Jackie’s daybed, a small table with two chairs, and a chest of drawers. There were beautiful framed pictures along the walls and colorful decorations around the room. Two windows overlooked the street below.
“It’s nice, if you can do the stairs every day. I know that’s what keeps me in shape,” Jackie commented. “It’s hard to get home at the end of a long day.” Then she turned to Marie with a smirk. “Or when you’ve had too much to drink.”
Both women
