(Hello Gentle Reader. I want to thank my own Marcie for keeping me motivated to try to write more about this tail. Someone once asked me about how I come up with my ideas. Honest answer, having an inspirational muse helps. The woman I call Marcie is a smart, funny, gorgeous woman who always gives me ideas. It is as always to her that I dedicate this series. Without her, there would be no series.)
It was a warm day. Marcie was wearing a black tank top and her jean shorts as she was doing things around the house. I was wearing a tank top and shorts while checking my laptop for numbers. It was a quiet day. Then we heard a knock at the door. Marcie answered it. I watched as she jumped up and down, her girls bouncing as she screamed before she hugged her sisters. Mon and June came over to visit. I put my laptop down and went to get the pitcher of ice water and some glasses. One of the nice things about her sisters are that they are pretty predictable when they come over.
For those who don't know, both of Marcie's sisters are separated from their husbands. They live together at Mon's place while they figure out what's going on. Mon's husband left with no reason given. He had been staying in a hotel on the other side of town but hasn't given Mon a decent answer on what's going on through his head. June's husband is in a jail up in Canada. He was extradited there after an altercation with me when he was accosting June in the very house, we are presently in.
"I have news for you," Mon said rather excitedly.
I was curious as the girls were assembled in the living room. Mon was wearing a tank top similar to Marcie's with a more conservative pair of jean shorts. Marcie's showed a bit more butt cheek when she bent over. June was in a similar outfit to Marcie except her top was a bit more fancy. It is sometimes delightful to see the sisters together just because June and Marcie are twins and Mon isn't that much younger. It's almost like three Marcies.
"Don filed for divorce. He wants to let go so he can go in a different direction."
I was curious why this was exciting news. Yet the girls all screamed and hugged each other while it happened. I went back to my laptop and started looking at numbers again. It was about an hour later when Mon walked over and got my attention.
"You okay, Greg?" she asked, using the pseudonym Marcie first called me when we first met her.
I laughed.
"I'm okay, Monica. Just checking out numbers. Are you okay?"
She edged closer and hugged me. It even felt like Marcie when we hugged.
