Vanishing Laura

"Gail!" Reba, CeCe, and Phyllis cried out in harmony.

"Yes, Gail. Sorry to be late, Phyllis, and sorry about yesterday. I got my weekend days wrong."

"Where the hell you been, girl?" queried Phyllis, the first of the gaping trio to recover.

"Told you already. Somewhere beyond New York. I finally got Frank to take me somewhere. A baseball game in Boston. Whoopee do. What a loser."

"But Cal du Pont," Reba finally managed to say. "You and Cal du Pont."

"Yeah, he's a real hunk. Real rough too, though. I don't go for a lot of that shit he wants to do. Dropped him as soon as Frank made a serious travel offer."