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Inside the house, half a dozen women were already sitting in the
living room, legs crossed, balancing cups of coffee and tea on their
knees. A spread was laid out: cucumber sandwiches, quesadillas
with salsa. Sitting off to one side, unopened, untouched, was a big
bottle of white wine, its sides covered in a film of moisture. The
bride-to-be, Lucy, looked somewhat terrified at the city women's
arrival.
There were introductions all around.
A woman named Brigid Chalmers, Hermes from head to toe,
was sipping what looked like a bloody mary. "You guys are late.
Jolie thought maybe you weren't coming," she said, with that
particular breezy nastiness that only women can show to one
another.
"Well, the train schedule," Sarah shrugged apologetically.
"Excuse me, but do we know you?" Miranda whispered in
Carrie's ear. That meant as far as Miranda was concerned, it was
war with Brigid from now on.
"Is that a bloody mary?" Carrie asked.
Brigid and one of the other women exchanged glances.
"Actually, it's a virgin mary," she said. Her eyes flickered in Jolie's
direction for a second. "I did all that stuff for years. All that
drinking and partying. And then, I don't know, it just gets boring.
You move on to more important things."
"The only important thing to me right now is vodka," Carrie said,
putting her hands to her head. "I've got the worst hangover. If I
don't get some vodka . . . "
"Raleigh!" said one of the women on the couch, bending
around to peer into one of the other rooms. "Raleigh! Go outside
and play."
Miranda leaned over to Carrie: "Is she talking to her dog or her
kid?"
"MARRIED SEX"
Miranda turned to Brigid. "So tell me, Brigid," she said. "What
exactly is it that you do?"
Brigid opened her mouth and neatly inserted a quesadilla
triangle. "I work at home. I've got my own consulting firm."
"I see," Miranda said, nodding. "And what do you consult on?"
"Computers."
"She's our sort of neighborhood Bill Gates," said another
woman, named Marguerite, drinking Evian from a wine goblet.
"Whenever we have a computer problem, we call Brigid, and she
can fix it."
"That's so important when you have a computer," Belle said.
"Computers can be so tricky. Especially if you don't use one every
day." She smiled. "And what about you, Marguerite? Do you have
children?"
Marguerite blushed shghtly and looked away. "One," she said a
little wistfully. "One beautiful httle angel. Of course, he's not so
httle anymore. He's eight, he's in that real-boy stage. But we're
trying for another."
"Margie's on that in-vitro trail," Jolie said, and then, addressing
the room, added, "I'm so glad I got my two over with early."
Unfortunately, Carrie chose that moment to emerge from the
kitchen sipping on a large glass of vodka with two ice cubes floating
on the top. "Speaking of rug rats," she said, "Belle's husband wants
her to get preggers, but she doesn't want to. So she went to a drug
store, bought one of those test kits that tell you when you're
ovulating, and the woman behind the counter was like, 'Good luck!'
And Belle was like, 'No, no, you don't understand. I'm going to use
this so I know when not to have sex.' Isn't that hysterical?"
"I can't possibly be pregnant during the summer," Belle said. "I
wouldn't want to be seen in a bathing suit."
Brigid yanked the conversation back. "And what do you do,
Miranda?" she asked. "You live in the city, don't you?"
"Well, actually, I'm the executive director at a cable company."
"Oh, I love cable," said a woman named Rita, who was wearing
three heavy gold necklaces and sporting a twelve-carat sapphire
engagement ring next to a sapphire-encrusted wedding band.
"Yes," Belle said, smiling sweetly. "We think of Miranda as our
own little Bob Pittman. He started MTV, you know."
"Oh, I know," said Rita. "My husband is at CBS. I should tell
him I met you, Miranda. I'm sure he'd—in fact, I was his assistant!
Until everyone found out we were seeing each other. Especially
since he was married at the time." She and the other Connecticut
women exchanged glances.
Carrie plunked down next to Rita, accidentally sloshing her with
some vodka.
"So sorry," she said. "I'm so damn clumsy today. Napkin?"
"That's okay," Rita said.
"It's just so fascinating," Carrie said. "Getting a married man. I
would never be able to pull it off. I'd probably end up becoming
best friends with his wife."
"That's why there are courses at the Learning Annex," Sarah said
dryly.
"Yeah, but I don't want to take courses with a bunch of losers,"
Carrie said.
"I know a lot of people who have taken courses at the Learning
Annex. And they're pretty good," Brigid said.
"What was our favorite?" Rita asked. "The S&M course. How to
be a dominatrix."
"Well, whipping is just about the only way I can keep my
husband awake," Brigid said. "Married sex."
Lucy laughed gamely.
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