The four women gather in the kitchen, dropping purses and shoes and hats and scarves all along the way down the hall. The chattering begins almost immediately, all speaking to one another, not really caring if anyone is listening to them in particular. Just being heard is enough.
They share stories and martinis, cheese dip and work gripes. They complain about their men, or their lack thereof. They cry and they laugh and they smile and they gasp. It's a feast of emotion as well as food.
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