What can YOU say in six sentences?
Frieda not-so-discreetly checked her phone when Shaye finally decided to show up for their monthly lunch date, announcing herself with a shrill 'yoo-hoo' (who the fuck says yoo-hoo) and the jangling of those jewel crusted bracelets she always managed to wave around.
Shaye sat down, the image of perfect grooming; hair done, nails, beautiful clothes (obviously expensive), leaving a floral whiff of French perfume in her elegant wake.
Frieda pulled at her own ill-fitting, bargain bin shirt and waited to be inundated with news of all the fucking spec-tac-u-lar things happening in Shaye's life; new cars, vacations in exotic locales, another kid accepted into another prestigous school.
Instead, after many emotion suppresing contortions of her face, Shaye said, "I caught Jack with his face in some twenty year old's fake-ass tits."
Frieda perked up like a dog hearing the postman's careless footsteps coming up the walk, a smirk playing across her lips as she expressed outrage at Shaye's pig of a husband.
Shaye excused herself from the table to go clean up, and a lingering waitress asked Frieda if she'd like more coffee, to which Frieda cheerfully replied, "Hell yes, more coffee and a piece of pie."