“Whoa!” Nicole exclaimed, trying to restrain a laugh. “We aren’t married yet. I think you are getting a little ahead of yourself.” Nicole put her dessert plate down. “I mean no disrespect, Louise. It is just that Bobby and I have only been together for a little over two months and that’s no guarantee that we are going to marry.”
The whole room went silent as the three other ladies gave small, but audible, gasps. Almost simultaneously the women in the room confirmed Louise’s assertion that Jenkins was going to marry Nicole much to Nicole’s displeasure.
“Oh, my dear,” Mrs. Mercer started. “I have never seen Bobby more in love or blindly interested in anyone as he is with you. And as you know, he has had his pick of all kinds of women, from actresses to activists. Oh my stars, do you all remember?” She turned her attention to the other ladies. “Was it his high school sweetheart that he brought to a dinner engagement here?”
“Oh, now Anne, she was a sweet young lady.” Mrs. Albareto said defensively.
“Yes, she was sweet and immature and out of her league,” Mrs. Mercer retorted, moving her chest forward with each assertion. “That was terrible. It was a good thing that he brought her to the dinner party before he had to take her to an important function.”
“Well, she never made it to that function, now did she?” Mrs. Connors chimed in with what appeared to be a coy smile, but Nicole knew there was something vicious behind it.
“No. No, he ended up going to the function all by himself,” Mrs. Mercer confirmed. “I almost felt sorry for him, but it would have been a complete disaster.”
Nicole sat and listened to the full litany of women that Jenkins had brought to various dinner parties and how each of them didn’t measure up to some archaic set of standards that these women had concocted out of some perverted opinion of motherhood. They were more like wolves in sheep’s clothing than respectable ladies. She wasn’t sure what they were really like exactly, except that, given the chance, they could tear any other woman apart. It made her stop and wonder what they really thought of her. It wasn’t the first time that she had witnessed this behavior. For some unknown reason, women had to belittle other women. It explained why she preferred the company of men. On the other hand, she hadn’t really kept up with every woman that Jenkins had dated. This afforded her a quick education. Other than the high school sweetheart, the list was pretty impressive.
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