"Oy yes, Jimmy always said I had the hardest head he'd ever seen," she said as the two moved quickly down the street, but Delia was sure they weren't being followed. "I'm beginning to believe he was right. The pain is running up stream against the drink, so I'll be alright for a while now."
She turned her arm and took Mary's hand in hers. "We need names and a story, as long as we look like we know what we're doing no one should question us, but some are more probing. Especially the men who are going to try to get under our skirts, maybe we should say something that would keep them away." Delia liked having a plan when it came to things like that, less things could go wrong if they were prepared.
"I think I'll get myself a townhouse with my share, I think it is about time I had myself a second home." she smiled to Mary, the pain in her head slowly dying away.