On a warm, golden afternoon in the South, two ladies sat on the wide porch of a stately white-pillared mansion, the hum of cicadas filling the air. Their rocking chairs creaked gently as they sipped tall glasses of sweet iced tea, lemon slices floating lazily inside. It was the kind of summer day that felt endless, the kind that invited laughter, gossip, and a little friendly one-upmanship. And today, one of them had a story she couldn’t wait to share.
