"Dress up as a sexy mail carrier and consider it a deal," Eleanor replied as she reached her. "So, you done working the grindstone for the day? I picked up some wine and figured maybe we could have a couple glasses and shoot the shirt, or whatever they're calling it these days. Minus the beaus."
Because it had been a while since they'd talked lately and Eleanor was missing Tahani and figured a woman who looked just like herself was a good substitute. Tahani wouldn't mind. Probably.
"I can tell you all about the great afterlife too, if you're interested."