Ashley giggled as she emptied the fourth wine bottle into Heather"s glass. “Maybe I should have bought more.” She eased her slender body onto the ottoman and raised her glass.
“To us!” The five friends toasted each other.
Heather, Susan, and Meagan, were seated on the sofa. All three were carefully clad in California casual as befitted their rank. Linda was in the overstuffed chair nearest the sofa, her golden hair beauty-parlor perfect, but her outfit was a mishmash of definitely not designer abused $269.99 jeans, but authentic faded, frayed jeans that clung to every bump and curve, a designer blouse, and flip flops completed her outfit.
This was their semi-annual gathering to discuss their lives, joys, aspirations, politics, family, irks and irritations, employment, and significant ot
