A Weekend Guest

A good friend of mine from Austin recently came through here on her vacation. She and I have been friends since we were both in our 20s, and although I had spoken of each of them to the other through the years, Lucy#1 and Marianne had never met.

We had a nice weekend. We relaxed and didn't do anything except talk.

Marianne got up before I did on Monday, and completed her bathroom routine early first so I could get ready for work.

When I turned my hair dryer off, I could hear Marianne chuckling. Then I heard her laughing. I could hear the rumble of Lucy#1’s voice, but could not distinguish any words. Marianne chuckled some more.

I went to the dining room, where Lucy#1 and Marianne were grinning at each other and said, “I hope no one is telling embarrassing stories about me! Marianne, what is she telling you? You two had better not be laughing at me!”

There was a brief pause. Marianne looked at Lucy#1. Lucy#1 looked at Marianne. They grinned. Marianne looked at me and said, “Your mom is telling me about some of her antics when she was young, and how she was a women’s libber before there was women’s lib.”

Lucy#1 grinned again, and told Marianne a story about marching when she was in Air Force Basic Training and how she almost punched someone. Marianne chuckled. Lucy#1 was in her element!

Marianne told me, “Your mom is so cute.”

Lucy#1 told me, “Marianne is really nice.”

I love those two!