You Don’t Trust Marsha

Maybe it’s just lipstick, but you don’t trust Marsha. You toss the tube in the garbage and get back to work.

You find several mistake in the next brochure and send off corrections. Twenty minutes later you get a thank you e-mail.

You plow through a bunch more, making a couple of minor corrections. You are still reading away when Moon comes up behind you.

“Coffee?”

You stop. “Of course. Give me a minute.”

You finish and shut down your computer.

“Let’s go.”

You chat about the weather as you make your way down a couple of blocks to the coffee store. You each grab a coffee and sit.

“Gracie, do me a favor. Don’t try that makeup. It’s really starting to scare me.”

“I promise I won’t.” You’re pretty sure it’s a white lie and Porschia is decked out in EvilGlam.

“Maybe we should snoop around and see how it’s made.”

“That’s actually a good idea, Moon. So do you want to play Scooby Doo after work tomorrow?”

“Sure! I get to be Daphne though.” She laughs.

“It’s a plan.”

“See you then.”

You exit the coffee shop and drive to Tanya’s. You suppose that’s home. You pull in the garage and hop out…