I am Baaack! Part 9

Both women were wearing the exact same outfit, head to toe, with their hair in the same style.

They finally pushed away, and held each other at arms length appraising each other, at least for the moment as long lost friends rather than enemies. "God, you look good, Rose," started Joan, "and your fashion sense is, of course, impeccable." She shook her head, and turned serious. "Rose, by all rights you should hate my guts. Do you? Because you ARE here, and here we are embracing like schoolgirl friends who haven't seen each other for ages."

Rose backed away a little, and held up her hands. "Joan, you wouldn't believe.well, I'll tell you later; for now, this?" She indicated with a sweep of her hand their identical looks. "Been here, done this. Could we sit?"

"Sure." Joan indicated the couch. "Want coffee or something?"

"Something. Got anything stronger?" Rose moved to the couch, seating herself in the corner at an angle so she could talk easily with Joan when she joined her.

Joan was by the coffee maker. "What did you have in mind?"

"Liquor, Joan; hard liquor; I think we need it, at least to start with. My personal preference is Jack Daniels."

Joan stared at Rose. "Ohmygawd, Rose, mine too; this is uncanny! I bet you like it double straight up?" Rose nodded. "Don't tell my patients, but I keep a bottle right here under the coffee maker." She bent down a bit seductively to get it, wondering if there was ANY Ross left to appreciate it. She was surprised when Rose laughed.

"No good, Joan. Ross is gone, and I prefer.other.outlets."

Joan just shook her head, and got the bottle out. 'Sheesh, she knew what I was doing! And I wonder what she means by "other outlets". This is going to be a VERY interesting conversation. I'm sure glad Robbie is recording it all.' She poured the drinks, using her most expensive, seldom used crystal glasses. She figured that if her butt and legs didn't impress her, she'd use something that would impress a lady. And she was right.