Mona has been lying naked for quite some time now.Neck arched over the end of an overstuffed green couch, she stares out at the room’s picture window.
Violet is older but also attractive.Long bare legs--legs that look considerably younger than the rest of her--protrude gracefully from her black silk robe.
“You know we don’t have to do any of that stuff.”
“Nothing for us.Just you.”
Mona pushes her tongue around her mouth.It’s true.A horrendous realization fills her like lead.
Mona and Violet are drying, slowly drying into what they will always be.