Old Mature Girlies -

"Good," Margaret said, adjusted her sunglasses, and signaled for the valet. "It keeps the eyes hydrated. Now, who’s buying the first round?"

She paused, looking at her friends. They all shared a small, knowing smile—the kind of smile only women who have survived everything together can manage. old mature girlies

Seventy-two, thrice-divorced, and currently dating a man ten years her junior because "he has all his original parts." "Good," Margaret said, adjusted her sunglasses, and signaled

She wore enough turquoise jewelry to sink a small boat and claimed she could read the future in tea leaves, though she mostly just used them to gossip about the neighbors. They all shared a small, knowing smile—the kind

Margaret straightened her spine. "A gold-plated walker doesn't excuse a lifetime of cowardice." The Strategy

When he looked up and saw the four of them standing there—Margaret at the helm, arms crossed—he didn't smile. He looked terrified. "Margaret? Dot? Bea? Helen?" his voice cracked.