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"Friendship between women is different than friendship between men. We talk about different things. We delve deep. We go under, even if we haven’t seen each other for years."
Jane Fonda
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Margot

I watch Metisha grin as she moves closer to the innocent- looking young man, a questioning look in her eyes. But before he could answer Metisha's question, Jules speaks up.

"He's no one important," she says and moves sharply across the room to where the stranger is standing. She holds his arm and somewhat drags him towards the exit. But as they pass beside me, I can't help but notice the flash of hurt and anger in his eyes.

"I'll call you," she mutters to him as she opens the door and sort of shoves him out.

"Phew!" She exclaims, passing beside both me and Metisha like as if we're not even in the room. With a sigh that sounds exhausted, she plops her tiny butt on the bed.

Metisha gives me a look that seems to say 'Is your friend okay?'

I shrug, then wait a beat before turning to Jules who is now lying on her back. "Care to explain what just happened?"

I receive no response. I glance at Metisha as she sinks into the bed beside Jules. "Jules?" She leans towards her. "Oh my gosh! She's crying!"

Crying?

I sprint to Jules' bed and sit beside her. Thanks to Metisha, she is now in a sitting position. But I can hear her silent sob even though her face is shielded by her palms.

"Jules baby, what is the matter?" I coo, rubbing her arm.

"Did that bastard who just left hurt you?" Metisha asks vehemently, already matching towards the door in her ridiculously high heels. "I am going to teach him a very good lesson!"

"Tisha," Jules calls faintly. "He.. he didn't do anything, okay? So, please just come back."

Metisha returns to her position beside Jules somewhat reluctantly. Then, just as her ass hits the bed, her eyes go so wide she could as well have screamed 'Eureka!'

"The sex was too good!" she exclaims.

I almost facepalm at Metisha's absurd declaration. "Metisha Azmarie Thompson! Firstly, unlike you, Jules doesn't just have sex. Secondly, from what I just saw, that boy isn't Jules' type both in age and fashion sense. Samjhe?"

"No, I do not samjhe. What was he doing in Jules room in the first place? Discussing how to make New York a better place? Duh, give me a break." Metisha scoffs with an exaggerated eye roll. "Besides, a boy looking like that can make any woman change her mind." She then faces Jules, "So baby, just tell me the truth, you liked it too much you're now regretting not giving him a proper send off."

Jules sniffs. Fortunately, the waterworks have come to an end. "You are right," she tells Metisha. "About me regretting not giving him a proper send off, anyway. I was harsh, I know. But you guys know I'm not like that. It's just that too much stress turns me into a Metisha."

"Hey!" Metisha whines at the way her name is used.

Jules laughs a little. "Sorry but not sorry girl. You know you are the CEO in Bitch's club. Isn't that right, Lambert?" Jules asks the terrier that's just come to take position on Jules' lap. Lambert only replies by licking Jules's cheek and gives Metisha a look that seems to say 'I always agree with my owner'

In retaliation, Metisha shoots the dog a dirty look while Jules and I shake our heads at the duo.

At this moment, the doorknob is turned and in comes Theresa, with a silver tray atop which lies glasses of what seems to be champagne.

"Hey T," Jules calls in greeting.

"Good Morning, Miss Jules," Theresa greets with that bashful smile of hers as she hands each of us a glass of champagne. Lambert let's out a whine when no glass is given to him. We all laugh at him.

However, a continuous splat-splat sound cuts our laughter short.

We look towards the direction of the sound only to see Lambert drinking champagne..

from Metisha's glass!

"He was staring at it," she says with a shrug.

Only Theresa looks shocked.

Jules and I? We've seen stranger things happen in the world of Metisha.

"Ma'am," Theresa calls after recovering from Metisha-induced shock, "The reporters.. they simply won't leave. At least, not until they get something from you, according to them."

At the mention of reporters, I notice Jules becomes tense. "I'll be with them soon. But first, I need to sort some things out."

Theresa nods sagely and taking Lambert with her, exits the room.

"So, um.. guys," Jules says after some time. "There is something.. no, there are things I need to tell you..."

*****

By the time Jules was done talking, even superwoman Metisha was starting to sob badly.

I believe actions speak louder than words which is why I say no empty words but only pull Jules into my arms. Metisha joins in by hugging her from behind.

As we stay in one another's arms, silently rocking back and forth, Bill Withers' sonorous voice feels my brain and I start to sing.

Sometimes in our lives
we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow...

Jules smiles as Metisha wipes her tears with her thumb. Sniffing and smiling, they both join me in singing the chorus to this heart-warming song.

Lean on me,
when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

"So, you're ready to show those reporters who's boss?" I say as we separate from one another, giving and taking with us the comfort true friendship offers.

"Definitely." Jules asserts as she rises up, smiling in that confident, you-can't-shoot-me-down manner.

"That's my girl," Metisha utters with a nod.

"Uh-huh. That's our girl," I counter with a smirk.

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