Friends with a common goal...
Basically a motley crew, but such. good. friends.
Back in the day, when mom woke up in Burnaby one day; a "Homemaker". Kids, dog, house in the suburbs. PTA. A little time on her hands perhaps?
The way it's told, is that one day, Mrs. McDougall (next door) and Mrs. Petit (one street over) and Mrs. House (same street as Mrs. Petit) all got arrested together.
Ok, I made up the part of them being arrested together, but the other part is true! They met as neighbors, they ended up friends. And yes, they have first names; but for me they are always Mrs's.
Bridge. Not the kind you cross over, but the kind you play with cards.
Every Wednesday morning they would get together for a game (or 2 or 3) of bridge. That was the story anyway. Turns out that it was Wednesday a couple of times a week.....
They yapped their brains out. I can't imagine all the details of my life that those ladies were privy to! Good thing they are all lovely!
They had fun together. Mrs. House, now Mrs. Stevens. A widowed mom of 5 boys (OMG). They were little - she was brave.
Mrs. McDougall and her travelled to Scotland together.
But most of all? They played Bridge.
For years they played. They played until Mom started having trouble remembering what cards had been played. It must have been 10 years ago at least. The friends mentioned it to her... she shut down. Shut them out. Didn't want to hear it.
Mrs. Petit took 3 buses to go and visit her one day (more times than we know).
I love you ladies. Mom loves you too. You are all still in her heart.
Thanks for being such great friends.
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