There is an important proverb for lovers. It goes thus: Two is a company, and three is a crowd. It is a hard-and-fast opinion. If the story revolves around those three women, who remain the main characters of this piece of writing.
However, all three women do not come from the same age group. They meet at intervals and indulge in their usual homely gossip. Sometimes extents of their casually chosen talks remain more factual narratives undeniably.
Such womanish habits reached at shocked pinnacles when they described a differently complex story, far from their normal topic conversation. They did not mind discussing what they had continued to mention in their fits of non-stop conversation.
Criticism remained their main motto, which is why they appeared to indulge in such seriously unusual inferior conversations. When they met suddenly or purposely to discuss such delicate subjects, their primary purpose of chastising other ladies nourished thrilling opportunities to express the worst and the strongest fusses.
Their simply purposeful gathering was no different at the recent meeting. All the three ladies showed up in the afternoon. Along with some of their usual conversations, they all settled into the very womanly habit of criticising the one neighbour on some very particular distinctions.
As luck would have it, they were seated next to one another on the ground. This was not awkward, given their extremely friendly history. Yet it looked nothing much odd and three chatted amiably as if they were fast friends catching up for the first time in the new year. This could fall into the category of some mixture for nitpicking.
Backslapping and jokey jesting, with some correct analysis, are not supposedly the desolate challenges for them. None among them are considered to be quite good-faced ladies who hold the characteristics they have in common.
Their assertions about one neighbour were probably not a basically good idea. This was so they tried to get free from what had seriously disturbed them for the past several years. The most talkative among them did not stop until she had not revealed all the theoretical flaws in that particular neighbour instantly.
The other two women were acquainted and obviously well known to the third cunning woman intensely exposing virtual facts. The complicated relationship created after some sour talks helped all three to quickly leave every kind of decency.
Surely that third lady looked too frustrated with her feminine neighbour and felt like spilling only venom! Furthermore, all three women displayed how they discussed the neighbour maliciously while also maintaining genial words for some laughs.
After all, she carried the very cloak of the pregnancy conspiracy theory, repeatedly, and tossed all manner of other berserk aggression against her off and on.
The other two have no concern with that woman in the vicinity. It was only the stout lady who repeatedly cautioned about verbally her belly size, so-subtly taunted her tummy and perhaps unwittingly said there was not any reason if questions on her presumed pregnancy arise only by humiliating her at this feeble subject. There’s a lot of spoken brawl there.
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