“Move it, Woman!”

 I was already-so-tired of this budding drama.

“Gina, I don’t think you understand-“

“Monica, I’ve been lied to, lied on, cheated on and s-h-i-t upon. It’s life.  Sometimes the good get going.   Sometimes the bad gets gone.  And sometimes it’s just‘your turn’.  (SIGH) So I’m going to go out on a limb right here – Girlfriend, it looks like it’s ‘your turn.’”

I waited; shrugged.

 “Either way, we three need to deal with this issue right now before it blossoms into something too big for any of us to handle.”

“Jamey’ll be mad at me.”

“Jamey’ll get over it, Monica.  Besides, YOU’RE the one who should be mad.  All them stinking drawers you washed, all that slaving over a hot stove. All that putting up with snot-faced in-laws.  To have your husband – that man you married to grow old with - kick you to the curb?”

Monica sniffled.

I stood up, “Uh-uh.  Not happening.  Not today.”

Mimi giggled nervously, “You sound just like Jamey remembered you.  I hope this works.”