At work today, I entered the Ladies Room. Two young women from the company across the hall are in front the mirrors, applying makeup and talking to each other’s reflections.
“I totally need to go to Borders,” the straight-haired brunette says, fixing her hair around her beige wool cap. “I need to get a present for Shannon for Secret Santa.”
The curly-haired brunette sucks in her breath. “I think Shannon is my Secret Santa,” says Curly.
“No, she’s not,” says Straight. “I know who it is, and it’s not Shannon.”
“Omigod, who is it?” Curly squeals.
“I can’t tell you,” Straight insists.
“Tell me! Tell me!” Curly says, an edge in her voice.
Straight takes a breath. “It’s Katie.”
Curly gasps. “Omigod! How do you know?”
“Angela told me, because I told her this morning that Valerie said that Katie was going to buy the chocolates that Allison got, so I thought Katie had Allison, but Angela heard from David that Katie told him that she had you.”
“Oooh, Katie. She’s so sweet. She got me the cutest gloves!” Curly says.
The two girls zip up their purses, and walk to the door, their heels clacking sweetly. As they leave, Straight adds “David has Brooke,” and Curly replies “Yeah, I know. Tina told me.”
