“Dah-ling,” Veronica bellowed, as Beatrice walked into the rooftop garden above her penthouse apartment. “Is Constance with you?”
“There she is! Oh, Constance, love. Come sit, both of you. The butler will bring another chair.”
“What a beautiful place, Veronica,” Beatrice said.
There was a fine lunch for the women to eat spread out on the table. They talked as they ate.
Veronica remarked that they had to decide on an admissions policy update for their Women’s Club. She suggested that the dues be raised.
Constance said, “Veronica, if we raise the dues that high, we are pricing many women out of the market.”
“Don’t we only want women in the club who are our kind,” asked Veronica. Beatrice got up and walked over to the railing.
Constance also got up and said, “No, if that’s the kind of club this is, I quit.”
“Well, I never!” said Veronica.
Beatrice and Constance walked out.