The BOOB Girls and Romance?

“Here she comes again,” Hadley Joy Morris-Whitfield said with a frown.

“Oh Crap!” Robinson Leary responded.

“I hate it when she shows up,” Mary Rose McGill said, sounding as ticked off as Hadley looked. “She always wants to tell us what to do.”

“Who?” Marge Aaron asked. They were all at table 12, but Marge’s back was to the big doors leading into the Meadow Lakes dining room.

“Joy Johnson,” Hadley answered. “You know. Our author. Our writer. The Burned Out Old Broad who thinks she created us.”

“Like anyone could ‘create’ us!” Mary Rose said.

Before anyone else could speak, Joy Johnson was pulling up a chair at table 12.

“OK Girls. I have a question.” She sat down. They looked at her. No one, including the newcomer, offered a greeting. No one invited the author to join them. The four BOOB Girls were indeed independent and stubborn characters, even if they were one hundred percent fiction,

“I’m working on BOOBs V: The Secret of the Red Cane,” Joy said, looking for a second at each of her characters.

“We know,” the other four said together.

“We’re in it,” Marge added.

“We’re the stars,” Mary Rose said.

Hadley and Robbie nodded.

“So what’s the big question?” Hadley asked.

Joy the author looked at Marge. “Would you be willing to fall in love with Alphonso?”

There was total silence. Everyone looked at Marge Aaron and waited.

“Say what?” Marge finally said.

“Would you be willing to have a relationship with Alphonso Greatwood, the big black retired football hero who has The Mean Machine scooter?”

‘We know who he is,” the others said together.

“OK, let me read what I’ve written about it so far. It’s under a heading called, Seasoned Women are Beautiful and here’s what you do after you’ve told the other three girls Alphonso asked you out for a day in the Old Market and matinee at the Orpheum Theater. As soon as you told them, Hadley called Peyton Claireborne, the famous black hair designer for an appointment for you to get ‘the works.’ They go for coffee at Wheatfield’s then they come back to pick you up after hair, nails and make over.”

Joy pulled out her Asus Tablet and began to read:


Seasoned Women are Beautiful

“Geez,”Mary Rose said as she looked at Marge. “You’re beautiful, Marge. I feel like I should go home and dust myself.”

“Beautiful,”Hadley agreed, a big smile making her eyes twinkle.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Robbie chimed in.

Marge stood up from Peyton’s chair. Her nails were a beautiful pink, “Strawberry Marguerite” she said holding her hands out for them to see. Her makeup was perfect, with a sculptured look on her cheekbones, dark and expertly applied eye shadow and lipstick that was a muted version of her nails. She looked great.

“We’re not quite done,” Peyton announced. “This is a tremendously distinguished lady. And only a few, even the most distinguished, can pull this off.” He hurried into his back room and came out with a wide-brimmed hat that perfectly matched Marge’s pantsuit. The red band actually matched the red cane and canes could talk, Marge’s would be approving all over the place.

Peyton stood face-to-face with a new Marge Aaron, carefully put the hat on her head and arranged her hair even more carefully around it.

“Oh my God!” Robbie said, her hand going over her mouth.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” Mary Rose exclaimed.

“We’re making it sound like a religious experience,” Hadley laughed.

“Maybe it is,” Marge said. “Maybe it is.”

She draped the red cane over her arm. The jewels sparkled in a match with her earrings. A beautiful, seasoned Marge Aaron broke into a huge smile and turned toward the girls, the two nail techs, Andy and Peyton. They all broke into smiles and applause.


“OK, you’re beautiful,” Robbie said from her back seat of the Hummer. She was squeezed into a corner while Marge sat almost in the middle of the seat, both her arms stretched straight out.

“I’m afraid I’ll sweat,” Marge said.

“Well with your arms straight out like that, you look like a giant blackbird ready to take flight.”

Everyone laughed except Marge, who didn’t move her arms an inch.”


“That’s getting ready for a fun date,” Joy said, smiling.


Marge was grinning, too. “I look like that, I’m in. Alphonso Greatwood, look out!”Hadley, Robbie and Mary Rose did a team eye-roll and shook their heads.

The adventure was on!

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