Lady of the House by E. N. Joy

Author:E. N. Joy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fiction, love, dating, relationships, humor, friendships, sisterhood, womens drama, drama conflict, single adults
Publisher: E. N. Joy

“How darling,” Anya said to Margie when she arrived at her apartment to escort her to the area they would be filming first today.

“Thank you,” Margie said with a frown.

“What’s a matter, you don’t like it?” Anya circled Margie. “I think your little tennis outfit is cute.”

“You just said the key word right there,” Margie said. “Little.” She looked down at the short, white skirt.

“What? That’s what tennis skirts are supposed to look like.” Anya looked Margie up and down, and then whistled. ”You’re putting Serena to shame.”

“Oh stop it.” Margie shooed her hand as her cheeks turned red.

“If I had those legs . . .” Anya let her words trail off as she shook her head.

“That’s the thing,” Margie said. “I haven’t shown my legs since I can remember. I’m always in my robe at church, and underneath that is usually a pant suit. And if it is a skirt suit, then it’s practically down to my ankles. No way would I ever show this much flesh.”

“But this afternoon’s taping is on the tennis court,” Anya reasoned. “What would people expect you to wear for a game of tennis? Besides, you’re wearing more than Serena Williams wears, and she does play tennis!”

Margie thought back to that December 2015 cover of Sports Illustrated that had the well celebrated tennis star on it. From a distance, and at first glance of the magazine while standing in the grocery store line, Margie had thought an adult men’s magazine had accidentally been placed on the rack. She’d mistaken the athlete for a stripper instead of an athlete. But even if Margie had a body half as good looking as Serena’s, she’d still feel uncomfortable in what she was now wearing.

Still frowning, Margie checked herself out from front to back. “I don’t know. Don’t they have tennis shorts to go with these tennis shoes?” She stuck her foot out. She was wearing all-white Keds with some ankle Nike socks.

“We don’t happen to have any tennis shorts in wardrobe,” Anya informed her. “But if you want us to wait a minute while you go change into your pastor’s robe, that won’t be a problem.” Anya kept the same straight face she always had. She wasn’t being sarcastic, just being herself. But as far as Margie was starting to notice, Anya’s self could stand to loosen up some.

“I’m gonna pray for you and your fresh mouth, young lady,” Margie said, letting out a little snort. “You know darn well I’m not going to go play tennis in no dang robe.”

“Well, you can’t say that I didn’t ask,” Anya replied. “Anyway, are you about ready?”

Margie sighed. “As ready as I can be I suppose.”

“Look at it this way, just be lucky we’re not shooting on the beach or something, then wardrobe would have definitely put you in a bikini.”

“Over my dead, wrinkled, white body,” Margie said and busted out laughing.

Anya simply stood there and waited for Margie to stop laughing at her own joke.

“Oh, come on here and let’s go,” Margie said, realizing she was not going to get a laugh out of the young woman.

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