A slight edit. “Sorry, hon,” said Morgan. “My flush beats your straight.” Sarah took a sip of her white wine and pondered the situation. Then she lifted up her skirt and removed her panty hose.
The back of Sidney’s cab was silent as he made his way through Central Park. Without a word, Sidney passed a Thermos of coffee and two Paper cups back to Betty. “Thanks,” said Betty.
In 1942, when Betty Fletcher was in high school, she fell hard for a boy named Jeffrey Drucker. “It’s been a long time, Betty,” said Jeffrey. “You look great.”