Old Mature Girlies -

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.

They didn't scramble. Women of their vintage don't scramble; they orchestrate. old mature girlies

"He’s back," Dot said, dropping a sugar cube into her cup with a splash that Margaret definitely noticed. When he looked up and saw the four