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No matter how “middle-class” they claim they are
“I have to run errands, but do you want to meet up for happy hour around four?” the redhead with blown-out hair asks. She wears the standard stay-at-home mom/wife outfit: Lululemon yoga pants and a cute top. A tasteful, gold necklace hangs from her neck and a two-caret diamond sparkles on her ring finger. Her make-up is minimal but done in a way to show off her smooth Botoxed forehead and cheeks full of filler.
Her blonde friend shakes her head. “I have tennis until five. After? The kids have practice until eight, and I’m not on carpool today.”
The redhead whips out her phone and flicks her finger across the screen. “That works. Do you want to go to Ford’s or Cooper’s Hawk?”
“Cooper’s.” The friend, who is dressed similarly, pauses. “Should we ask the girls?”
“I’ll text now.”
They finish making their plans before hugging good-bye. They’ll drive off in a Range Rover, Mercedes SUV, or Suburban. They’ll fill those cars with groceries neatly packed in recyclable bags and carry them into their 5,000 square foot homes while the lawn guys cut the grass. They’ll pause a moment before setting the groceries on the sparkling counter.
