As I sat there listening to the other ladies talk about their days and the things they had done, I realized I couldn’t engage that conversation honestly. You see I done something none of these ladies would dare believe. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Ingrid Jones. I have done things in my life that surprise even me. My friend Sarah is sitting to my right she’s droning on about how she told her maid that if she didn’t scrub the wine stain out of the couch by the time she got back she would be let go. I listened rolling my eyes, in my mind of course. She is the worst of my friends. Well, I mean, besides me. But they don’t know that. They can never know that. I’m honestly scared that if they find out they would end me socially. Josephine is sitting to my left. She is my best friend. She gives me the look of “I know she’s such a bitch”. I smiled covering a giggle.