Jeri lives in Hobart where she owns a gallery. Since her divorce, many years ago, she's finally ready to "be" with a man again. But finding the right one seems to be harder than she thought.
Jeri stared at the ceiling hoping for some divine intervention when she heard Olivia and Georgia’s voices. Thank you she murmured.
"I’m over here" she shouted, and her friends stood in the door within seconds, dressed in track pants and old T-shirts, buckets and cleaning utensils in their hands. Without delays, the women started on the clean-up. There didn’t seem any damage to furniture or the exhibits, but they started moving things into a different room nonetheless.
“So, honey,” Jeri said to Olivia as they carried a small table into the front of the hallway. “Tell me about Ely.”
“He’s such a great friend. He…” And then she stopped, and not only talking but walking as well, staring at Jeri. Her lovely young cheeks turned red, her eyes wide open.
“Busted, young lady.”
Jeri let go of the table and stepped to her young friend. Letting out a long sigh, she leaned against the table. “Life has a way to intervene.”
“Did he tell you why he was a no show?”
Jeri stood straight, fluffed up her hair, gave her boobs a little squeeze, and said, “Apparently this girl’s too old for him.”
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