Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the idea for this story. I only borrowed the characters.
"Have you ever heard of Fire Island? People at work have talked about that place. It's a place for... for people like us."
"People like us." Carol echoed. "In fact, Abby and I have been there. A friend of a friend of hers owns a house there."
Abby. She was still a sore spot for Therese. She will always be Carol's first. The one who made her realize who she really is.
"I think we could go there. The weather's going to be nice. I'm going to call Abby and ask her about the house. It's going to be a lovely trip."
Carol and Therese got up from the sofa, each heading off into opposite directions. Therese entered the bedroom and put a chair in front of the wardrobe. She was too small to get the suitcase from the top of the wardrobe.
"Is this weekend okay for you, darling?" Carol yelled across the whole apartment and Therese almost fell off the chair from the sudden noise.
"There are no rehearsals on the weekends for the next two weeks, so yes." Therese got hold of the handle of the suitcase and stepped off the chair with a small grunt.
"... we're doing more than fine. She's got a lot of work, doing sets and in order to do some adjustments she has to be present during rehearsals although she's done with her job. A lot of overtime, you see... oh, you know, I do my job. Arrive on time... yes, I am capable of being somewhere on time... stop it, you nitwit!"
Therese knew perfectly well that Carol was just like she used to be: 15 minutes late. She's lucky nobody fired her yet but that's just because she is more or less her own boss being the buyer of furniture for the department store she works at.