"What's up?"' Babs asked once Lucy took her seat at their table. She watched her friend of 20 years struggle violently out of her ski jacket. Babs had no idea why someone as cutting edge as Lucy wore things like ski jackets. Babs often thought Lucy, in winter, could pass as one of the people who stood outside the Halifax general hospital on smoke breaks.
"Crisis!" Lucy moaned, at last shrugging off her jacket - or at least she tired to say. Her coffee came at the same time so it turned into "cris-thank you".
"Crisis?" Babs took a sip of her own coffee, happy that she wasn't the only person suffering a crisis - though hers was primarily based on the mediocrity of her personal life. And her living situation - let us not forget that.
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