face.â
Berniceâs eyes doubled in size. âI canât believe what I just heard. Toots, did I hear what I think I heard?â
âYou did,â Toots said.
âSo Iâm to assume that you think Iâm . . . pretty, Ida? And that I need to work? And that people would want to turn their television sets on and look at my wrinkled ass?â Bernice started to laugh, then Toots. Jamie giggled, followed by Mavis. Sophie laughed so hard, she snorted and choked.
And Ida wore the biggest shit-eating grin ever.
Chapter 3
âI tâs a lovely thought, but I donât have time. Remember, I was allowed to live in order to keep an eye on Mrs. Pattersonâs place. I donât think Iâll have time to do anything else. Between that and physical therapy, Iâm just too danged busy,â Bernice said.
Ida smiled. âI understand. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.â
âSo now that weâre all official models, arenât we supposed to start jet-setting around the world, changing our clothes every three hours, eating celery sticks, and having affairs with married men? Isnât that what models do when theyâre not modeling? â Sophie teased.
Basking in the attention, Ida replied, âI wouldnât know. Of course, I would expect that you ladies would always be on your best behavior while representing Seasons. None of that flipping Toots the middle finger, Sophie. That isnât the image I want to create.â
âYep. I got it, Ida. I promise not to pick my teeth in public, and Iâll be sure never to say âShit,â even when I have a mouthful,â Sophie retorted.
âGood grief, thatâs trashy even coming from you, Sophia,â Toots admonished. âI know youâre just trying to yank Idaâs chain, but the visual is disgusting.â
âOn that note, Iâd better go. Lucy will wonder what happened to me if Iâm not there soon,â Jamie announced. âIâll make the cinnamon rolls tomorrow and take note of the customersâ reactions.â
âPerfect. Do tell as soon as you can. Iâm anxious to see if the rest of Charlestonâs sweet tooth is as bad as mine,â Toots said. She realized she hadnât mentioned anything about her going to work at the bakery. Later, she thought. When this modeling stint was over. Lucyâs position was safe for now, not that it was ever in jeopardy. Froot Loops and coffee were Tootsâs only claim to culinary fame.
On her way out, Jamie stopped at the screen door. âIâll call or stop over and let you know.â Without another word, she left the others to continue their discussion.
Cutting straight to the chase, Sophie asked, âSo when does this modeling job begin?â
âRight now,â Ida said succinctly. âThe sooner the better. I want all of you to start using the products immediately.â
âI think she meant to ask, when will we make our television debut?â Toots corrected.
âYep, thatâs exactly what I meant. When do I need to make sure my legs are shaved and my upper lip is waxed?â Sophie asked.
Mavis chuckled. âOh dear, Sophia, we are going to have so much fun. I can see it now. And who knows? Maybe one of us will meet the man of our dreams.â She sighed, a wistful look on her thin face. Coco chose that very moment to lick her chin, and Mavis embraced the little pooch tighter.
Sophie rolled her eyes, grabbed her pack of cigarettes, and headed for the screen door. Before going outside to smoke, she responded to Mavisâs musing. âI doubt that. Men in the modeling business are gay. Most of them. And I, for one, am not looking for a man. You either, right, Toots?â
Toots jerked to attention. She followed her friend to the small stoop without muttering a word. And once they were outside, she took the offered smoke Sophie held out for her. Placing it