Scarsdale Sidebar

I am listening to three women in a spirited free flowing confab that if not for my lack of interest in the dynamically changing subject matter, I would try to tap in to the energy that the trio possesses in varying degrees.  A fourth joins the fray and the leader who seems to be spearheading the direction of the vocal diatribes asks our new arrival what’s wrong. In stereotypical feminine fashion she responds: Nothing. Do we all do that? Answer in the defensive posture no matter what might be plaguing our psyches? 

The fourth member seems to have settled in and starts to contribute to the modern verbal flow. The most vociferous of these distaff musketeers starts to add in the F word and a mild sense of shock flows through the other three. Had it not been for my presence on the periphery all would have been nonplussed by the oft-used adjective?  

I have been discovered and it’s by the daughter of one of the foursome as one asks me what vociferous means. I tell her the meaning and I guess a sense of relief falls as the offspring might have thought I uttered something derogatory about her mother. Once informed a chorus of agreement blankets the space.  The din escalates as the estrogen field increases to 9.  A middle aged man watches in subdued amazement as the spirited conversations continue.