GeorgieAfter our massages, we were escorted into another room with several pedicure chairs.
“Oh. Um. I think there’s been a mix-up. I was just supposed to get a massage.”
“No, ma’am. No mix-up.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“If you’ll pick a color and have a seat, April and Tamar will be in with you in just a moment.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Zo was grinning.
“You knew about this?”
“I might have.”
“I can’t stand you.”
“Yea. Yea. Love you too, pick your color wench.”
I laughed as we walked over to the display with the polish.
“Who would have thought at your wedding, that bitter old bitty would be all giggly like a school girl not even a year later.”
“Me.”
“Oh, shut up. No you didn’t.”
“I did!”
“Yea, yea. Next thing, you’ll wanna take credit for introducing us
