"It's great to see you babe," Sandra laughed, "but what was so important that it couldn't wait?"
"Let's get a drink first, and then I'll show you." Josie spoke brightly, she was just getting used to the news herself. "Coffee, or wine?"
"Well," Sandra replied. "It really all depends on the occasion. I tell you what, how about we have a glass of wine, and I'll buy. Then take it from there. Red or white?"
"Great idea. Thanks hon, dry white please."
Josie watched Sandra, as she made a beeline, through the other customers to buy their wine. She always walked with a confident air, yet equally full of grace. Josie had always admired Sandra, sometimes secretly wishing she could be more like her. She always seemed to b totally in control, and virtually unflappable.
Josie had never been slim like her friend. She felt quite happy, however, and at ease with her own assets, which is more that can be said for a lot of the women who came into her salon each day. It just seemed to be a hazard of the job, listening to never ending moans and groans of daily life, and also about the unhappy lives the that some of her clients led.
The last year had been particularly hard for her to keep a cheery face at work. Especially as she was struggling, trying hard outside of work, to cope with her own personal issues.
She wondered how much longer should stay at the salon. Maybe it was time to move on, and change her direction in life. This was something to think about. Electing a table for them, next to a window, she chose a comfy seat for herself, and leaned back, nervously twisting strands of hair around her fingers.
"Here you go, babe." Sandra put the tray down, and placed two large glasses of white wine on the table. Sitting down, crossing her legs, Sandra's skirt rode up slightly,and long slender legs became more visible. This immediately attracted attention, but Sandra pretended not to notice the occasional sideways glance that was shot in her direction.
“You're incorrigible, Sandra,” Josie giggled.
Sandra winked, and with a wicked grin, crossed her legs even higher. She pushed a wine glass toward Josie, picked up her own and laughed as she chinked it against her friend's. " Here's mud in your eye."
"And yours," Josie responded and, simultaneously, they took a gulp.
"So, what couldn't wait? Come on Josie, the suspense is killing me."