Girl Stuff

"Oh, Ms. Dean, you're out of tea. I'll just head on down to the store, across the street, and get you some."

"Thank you, Jim, sweetheart." "Vats your hand, Moira?" Asks another heavy set woman.

"Full house. Three eights, and two jacks. Beth?" A woman, far younger looking in the group, shows her hand. "I've got two pair. Ace's and eights. Inga? The fat woman shows her hand in obvious defeat. I got nothing."

"Care to join us, Lauren?" Asks Moira"

'Oh god no.' Lauren thought. "It's ok, I don't really think I'll fit in." Lauren brushed off Moira's offer.

"You von't fit in?" Inga said staring daggers into Lauren. "Ve maybe old, but ve've been around ze block missy." 'With any luck you probably have in you for a victory lap.' Thought the young woman, as she tries not to chuckle, but a slight smile escapes, which infuriates the old hag.