Characters: Alice, Rosalie, Shirley
Rating: PG for conversation topic
Summary: The girls get together one afternoon.
Notes: Canon. May or may not appear in a future chapter so can be considered a spoiler.
Word Count: 508
“You said you would help me roll bandages, Shirley,” Rosalie snipped in an accusatory tone.
“And I will, Mrs. Prissy Pants. But I want to get this letter to Walt done first. Poor fellow must think I’ve forgotten him; it’s been three whole days since I last wrote.”
Rosalie looked up from her work in shock. “Shirley Alcott, you know one of the most important things we ladies can do to help with the war effort is to write to our soldiers as often as we can, to keep their spirits up. I myself write to Bruce every day, even if it’s just a few brief words. You should do the same.”
“Sure, putting a pen to paper is more important that building a battleship,” Shirley deadpanned. “In case you haven’t noticed, Rosalie, I’ve been pulling double shifts for the past few days, trying to make sure we meet the Navy’s deadlines. I’m sure Walt will understand when he hears.”
“I’m sure he will,” Alice said to Shirley but at Rosalie. With Nick gone, it fell to her to play mediator between the two polar opposites.
“I suppose it’s a good excuse as any,” Rosalie conceded, returning her attention to the bandages she and Alice were rolling.
“Thanks,” Shirley replied with sarcasm only Alice picked up on. “He better.”
It was quiet for a few moments, the only noise being the scratch of Shirley’s pencil against the paper. After a several minutes passed, Shirley put down her pencil. “There, done.”
“You should send that by v-mail, so he gets it faster,” Rosalie advised.
“Can’t,” Shirley replied. “Walter asked for a new snapshot of me, as the one he took with him got wet and spoiled. Say Alice, got any lipstick on you?”
Alice went to her purse and pulled out a tube of the soft plum shade she wore.
Shirley frowned. “Do you have any red?”
“No, I don’t. I can’t wear it; it doesn’t suit me.”
“But Rosalie, I want to seal my letter with a kiss. It will be so much more dramatic if it’s with a red kiss.”
“Use your own lipstick, Shirley.”
“Rosalie, in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t wear lipstick.”
Rosalie grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “no surprise there,” but she reached into her handbag and pulled out a small tube, which she promptly handed to Shirley.
Shirley grinned, and pulled a small mirror out of her own bag. When Rosalie gaped at her, Shirley gave her an innocent look. “What? I have to make sure all my hair’s tied up before I go into work.” She carefully applied the cosmetic, then pressed her lips together and released them with a pop.
“Thank you, Rosalie,” she said, handing the lipstick back. She then picked up one of the pictures she was sending to Walter, and carefully pressed her lips to it. When she removed them, there was a near-perfect kiss mark in the corner of the photo.
“There,” Shirley said with a smirk. “Let’s see him lose that photo.”
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V-Mail, or Victory Mail, was a real thing. Read more about it here.