Back to Square 1

The sisterhood series presents:

Back to Square One

Kirsten Jane Cardinoza stomped her way out of the restaurant. She felt steam coming out of her head. She needs to get out there fast before her head starts to launch into outer space. She rummaged her purse. Where is my fucking cellphone?

Speed Dial 3. Ring.ring.ring. Fourth ring. For crissakes, pick up the phone Goldie.

Fifth ring. Voicemail. " Hi this is Goldie. I'm probably busy saving innocent lives, leave a message after the beep. Beep.

Goldie, where are you? 911. Call me back.

-o0o-

Alexis Gutierrez was perplexed. Gold or white? On a regular weekend, A is either getting a mani-pedi or perhaps going through mind-boggling fashion magazines or just simply being perplexed.... on what shoes she's going to take home and set aside her rack of imeldific glory.

Ring. It was K. Yes, dear. A answered.

Where are you?

Do you really want to know?

Eeww. Eeew. Eeew

I'm shoe shopping. Duh?

Ow. So where?

Where else?

Can you wait for me?

Are you done with the date? Geez, it was just been what... 10 minutes?

K deflected the bullet. So can you wait for me?

A was sensing a dark cloud hovering. OKAY. Be waiting right here.. So what do you think.. Gold or white?

But K already hung up.

Ok Gold it is..

-o0o-

Goldie woke up feeling groggy. She checked her phone. 15 new messages. 10 missed calls. 5 new voice messages. Geez, who could it be?? She wondered. But of course, who else would leave her 15 new messages, 10 missed calls and 5 new voice messages.

Voice message no 1 : Goldie, where are you? 911 call me back.
Voice message no 2: You better be saving the world or else... Call me back. I swear.
Voice message no 3: I mean it. it's 911.
Voice message no 4: Goldie Gonzales, get your fat ass up and call me back. Please!
Voice message no 5: Unless your drowning yourself in the bath tub. Don't bother.

Okay.Okay. Geez, can I have a life for once? On a regular weekend, Golide was either sticking needles in arms, changing wet diapers, reading a good book or just dozing off.

She changed her scrubs to whatever is left in her laundry --black shirt and jeans. Way to go, Goldie.

-o0o-

Agi was patiently waiting for the results. Her own version of Dr. Steamy came out with the scans. Adorable. He'd better be bringing the good news. She inhaled and stood up.

Ms. Evangelista-Schmidt, let's go inside.

Perfect. What are we going to do now? Agi was trying to clear her head.

The office was small but nonetheless cozy. She wasn't feeling claustrophobic for once in her life. The walls were white and there were frames hanging with a. His Medical Diploma b. An award from Med School c. A scanned photo of what seems like a vajajay ( was it just her subconscious) It was like a rorschach picture.

Ms. Evangelista-Schmidt? Agi was distracted.

Uhm.. You can just call me Agi, Doc. I mean Evangelista-Schmidt is quite long don't you think.

Doc McSteamy smiled and showed his dimple. Agi just died and needed a defibrillator to revive her.

There was a silent beep. She knew it wasn't her heartbeat. 1 new message.

Not now. I'm still dead and Doc McSteamy needs to perform CPR. She didn't even care for the results anymore.

-o0o-

Ursula Valdez was panting. She was nearly out of breath for running. She has been running for 30 minutes now. Running for an apparent reason.....to get into shape of course. On a regular weekend there are just two things Ula does 1. Run 2. Carnal Arts. The music was blaring but she felt it vibrate.

It was her phone. It was A.

Ula left out a holler.

What's your status?

I'm running. What now?

Can you meet us in... 10 minutes?

Where? Ok be right there in a jiffy.

-o0o-

At the coffee shop, K was waiting for her favorite coffee blend. She felt she needed all the caffeine to get over this tragedy.

Are you okay? A pat her back

I felt numb. I need my caffeine.

Do you want to wait for the girls? You can give me a head start.

I can wait. Waiting was not K's best virtue. But for now, she can manage.

-o0o-

Dominique Co Chai Lai has reached her boiling point. That's it I give up! She screamed. It was her tenth attempt.

I'm never going to bake again....ever... She was flustered. And even being she can start ranting, her phone rang.

"Hi Toots. What's up?"

Where? Now? She looked at the kitchen, it was a mess. But mess is good, right? At least she was trying.

She was being her usual OC self, trying to perfect her brownies.

The sight of the kitchen made her cringe. Ok, deal with the mess and then go forth to whatever emergency waiting. It's not a matter of life and death,right?

By the time she was done with the kitchen, her phone rang.

She picked up. Be right there!!!

Stop being OC and get your ass in here, it was Agi.

Nice to hear from you too. I'll be right THERE.

Dee walked out the door and a few strides there she was..outside the coffee shop.

The girls sitting in their usual table - Alexis, Kirsten, Goldie, Ula and Agi. Their very first reunion in months. And it was odd because usually when she walked it, there was laughing and giggling and sometimes screeching. Did someone died?

The chimes sounded as she entered carrying her fresh batch. Care for some brownies? She offered.

Is it rock solid as before? I'm still constipated from the last batch. Goldie mused.

She raised an eyebrow to Goldie who recoiled and offer her a seat.

The girls were all seated patiently waiting for each other to break the ice. K finally spoke. The room felt silent.

K just ended her 2 year relationship with Mr. Awesome a.k.a No. 9. 9 on a scale of 1-10 with 10 being the highest. Mr. Awesome was perfect. It perfect because it was the closest thing K wanted. Perfect! And now, it's back to square one.