Chapter 12:

Joanne took the pizza out of the oven and put it on the stove. Maureen came out of the bedroom in denim cut-offs and a black bra showing through a black fish-net type shirt. Joanne rolled her eyes. Now wasn't the time to get in an argument; Maureen was in one of her moods…again. There was a knock on the front door.

"Honeybear, could you get that?" Joanne asked. Groaning dramatically, Maureen trudged over to the front door and opened it.

"Hey Mo," Roger said as he gave Maureen a hug. "Do I smell pizza?" Mimi rolled her eyes as Roger rushed over to the kitchen. She and Maureen shared an uncomfortable embrace, clearly just for show.

"How are you?" Maureen asked. Mimi shrugged simply.

"Okay, I guess." Maureen looked surprised. She hadn't been prepared for this!

"You can talk now?" Mimi nodded. Maureen realized how rude she sounded.

"Yeah, I don't like how my voice sounds though." Mimi paused. "Could we talk in private?"
"Yeah, come on." Mimi followed Maureen to the master bedroom to talk alone.

Roger bit into the piece of pizza from Joanne and washed it down with a swig of soda. Even with the air conditioner, the hot August air outside was evident inside.

"What kind of pizza is this?" Roger asked.

"The kind from a box that was on sale last week," Joanne replied without missing a beat. Roger smirked as he reached for another slice. "Damn, Roger, when's the last time you ate a real meal?" Roger shrugged.

"A week or two ago."

"I have no clue how you live like that."

"You get used to it pretty quickly." Roger began to devour the rest of his pizza and soda, knowing full well that it would give him a stomach ache later on. "Did you find out about the court case?"

"She was found guilty, one to three years in prison."

"Thanks, Joanne. That's great!" Joanne was startled by this.

"For what?"

"You've been helpful throughout this entire ordeal. I wouldn't have had the slightest clue what to do." Joanne waved the comment off like it was no big deal.

"Mimi's my friend too; I was only trying to help." Joanne leaned against the counter across from Roger in the small kitchen, and they continued to chat.

Maureen and Mimi sat across from each other on the large king-sized bed and stared at their laps. Finally, Mimi took a deep breath and spoke up.

"Mo, I don't blame you for this." Maureen looked up. her chocolate brown eyes were hooded by her long lashes.

"Really?" Mimi nodded.

"I never did. You're one of my very best friends; I know that you'd never do this to my on purpose."

"I'm sorry, sweetie."

"Don't be," Mimi insisted.

"I was being such a diva that I completely forgot about you." Mimi gave Maureen a comforting hug as they both shed several silent tears of joy and relief.

The End

Thank You, Jonathan Larson