"Oh my hip is killing me." Bitchy Benny looked over at Sappy Susie. "It's all your fault you know."

"Lairface," Sappy yelled back. "I didn't tell you to ski down that bunny slope."

"No but you are the one who thought that the remote control was her play station game controller." Benny tossed a pillow at Sappy and hit her right in the face. "Your damn remote car went zipping all over the place while you yelled at the fucking TV screen. Then I come walking in and WHAM down I go, breaking my hip."

"Well, you should have looked where you were going. Not my fault you’re as blind as a bat." Sappy snapped back. "Besides you did bounce a little so it was kinda funny.

Benny glared at Sappy.

"Okay, fine, I'm the one blind as a bat, but it still is not my fault you’re such a dorkwad." Sappy laughed back as she watched Benny glare at her. "Oh come on you know I love you more than my luggage. Plus that nice opened back hospital gown you had to wear was kind of sexy."

"Sexy hell!  My ass poked out whenever I moved." Benny grabbed her glass of wine. She couldn't help but laugh at the grinning face of Sappy. "You're such a sap."

"No I'm not." Sappy poured herself a glass of wine and stood up. "Be right back, nature bitch."

"Can't you just say you have to pee?" Benny asked as Sappy left the room.

"Hell no, not my style and you should know that by now since we've known each other for over fifty years." Sappy yelled back as she flushed the toilet. "God Damn it!  Can't you find a better place to hang your granny panties?"

"Nope," Benny smiled as she sipped her wine. "Thought you liked those granny panties anyway? You wear them on your head enough."

"WHATEVER!!" Sappy stomped out of the bathroom with a pair on her head. "I don't do that."

"Might want to rethink that answer babe." Benny pointed to Sappy's head.

"Fuck," Sappy snatched the bright purple panties off her head. "They must have slipped off and fell and I didn't know it."

"If you say so," Benny shook her head. "That's why your ears were sticking out through the leg holes."

Sappy lifted up the underwear and used them as a slingshot. Her aim was right on and they covered Benny's head.

"Golly gee thanks," Benny stuck them down her shirt. "Go start a fire. It's starting to snow and maybe the heat will help the hip pain."

"Go start a fire, my hip hurts… bitch, bitch, bitch." Sappy mumbled.

"You know you love it." Benny giggled.

With the fire raging and the snow falling quietly outside Benny and Sappy sat around drinking wine.

With enough wine her system Sappy gets .. well Sappy. So she looks over at Benny who was shifting once again to get comfortable. "You know I do feel real bad about your hip. I was just goofing off and had no clue and I'm real sorry."

"Don't worry about it, you know I just love to bitch at you." Benny relied as she searched for her own glass.

Sappy downs what was left in her glass and nods her head. "Did you like dinner? I had them make it special just for you."

"It was really good. Who would have thought you could get McDonald's way up here." Benny patted Sappy's wrinkled hand. "Thank you for putting up with Steel Magnolias for the hundredth time."

"Aww, you know I secretly like that movie." Sappy leaned over and placed a kiss on Benny's cheek.

"Yes, I know. Especially after the funeral and when Olympia said for Sally Field character to bunch Weezer." Benny ran her hands through Sappy's gray thinning hair.

"You know I love it when you play with my hair." Sappy started to purr like a cat and if she had been sitting right, her leg would have been jumping like a puppy getting its belly scratched.

"I know you do." Benny smiled at the content look that was on Sappy's face.

After several quiet seconds, Sappy opened her eyes and looked up. "Do you know what today is?"

"No," Benny answered softly.

"Fifty years ago on this date you told me you would finally tell me what the meaning to that poem was." Sappy reminded.

Benny nodded her head. "Do you really want to know?"

"Duhh."

"I have one more question for you." Benny leaned over and got within an inch of Sappy's face. "Where's my Bud Lite?"

"FUCK!!"

The End

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