Elizabeth
A good number of ladies are gathered around the massive living room, chatting and laughing when I walk in. The chatter dies down slowly as they notice me one by one, then look at each other as if expecting someone among them to clear their confusion.
“Hello,” I say with a slight wave, stopping next to an empty recliner.
I get a few hellos back while some of the ladies just roll their eyes and tap away at their phones, totally ignoring me.
“Are you a new sweet butt?” One lady asks, and I frown, wondering what that means.
“No, she's not,” Sophie says, joining us in the living room. “She's my friend from Smith's club, and she'll be with us until the lockdown is over.”
“Elizabeth,” she says to me. “These are all the club ladies, except for Nancy who is upstairs and whom you al
