The Garden Club

To put it mildly, Mary Ellen and JoBeth were ecstatic. Even Mertyl had put down her nail polish long enough to gaze upon them. There the two women stood, aside the podium, a fragrant bouquet of flowers in hand, pride straightening their spines into a posture of womanly poise.

Mary Ellen and JoBeth had just been elected President and Treasurer of the Hillsboro Ladies Garden Club. Yes, things would be changing, you could mark my word on that. The Garden Club had just been spun with a fresh wind of change.

JoBeth was reminiscent, remembering a similar podium, twelve years prior, Hillsboro High Prom Queen 1947. Yes, today was her day to shine once again.

Mary Ellen was also reminiscent. Mabel had secretly taken Mary Ellen's prized crystal pickle dish at the last luncheon party. Mabel had thought the act had been unnoticed. But with Mary Ellen as President of the Garden Club, now Mabel was going to be sorry. Terribly sorry.