Several thuds and a muffled "ouch!" came from the closet. "Trixie?" Jenny called around the corner, "are you all right in there?" There was another particularly loud thump and the perky blonde's left side appeared as she struggled to wriggle her way out from between the over packed supplies. "I swear," she hissed, finally freeing herself and forcefully flicking dirt and dust off of her usually crisp uniform, "we can't move into a real place soon enough!"

Cynthia padded past her with some mugs on a tray which she cautiously placed on the hall table that the nurses had commandeered. "I snuck into the kitchen before the ladies' group got started. It's not Horlick's, just tea, but it will have to do."

"Bless you," said Jenny emphatically, "I will take absolutely any hot drink to keep me going."

"This could use a little kick," muttered Trixie into her mug.

Cynthia giggled and Jenny sighed as she leaned against the door frame. "You are certainly right about how heavenly it would be to move into our new place, Trixie. I thought our job was hard before but now with us and with our supplies spread out all over Poplar, it's ten times harder."

The nurses sipped their tea in exhausted silence not really listening to the clattering of the ladies' group meeting down the hallway. A timid knock close to her ear made Jenny jump.

"Oh! I am sorry, Nurse Lee. I didn't realize you were right there."

"It's just fine Shelagh, I was miles away. Do please come into our grand hallway here."

"Shelagh! It's so lovely to see you." Cynthia patted an empty spot on the box on which she was currently perched and Shelagh gingerly settled next to her.

Trixie lit a cigarette. "I'm terribly sorry we haven't a crumb to offer you, Shelagh. We're very much refugees at the moment."

"It's no worry at all, Trixie, we just had our tea and I couldn't eat another thing."

"How is Timothy?" Cynthia asked.

"He's doing quite well. Back in school as you know."

Jenny nodded, "Yes, I saw him the other day, he looks quite well."

"Doctor Turner and I are so relieved, he really is recovering quickly. He is getting stronger by the day."

"Speaking of the handsome doctor," Trixie snubbed out the cigarette and leaned against the hall table again, "we absolutely must have all the details about this wedding. Are you all set with your dress? Do you know what you're going to do with your hair? What flowers are you going to have in your bouquet? Tell us everything!"

"Trixie!" Jenny scolded "This isn't the Inquisition"

"No, it's alright. That's what I came to talk to you about, actually."

All three of the nurses leaned infinitesimally closer to the petite brunette who cleared her throat and shyly looked up from her gloved hands.

"Well," Shelagh began, "you already know that we've decided to go for a much larger wedding than we had originally planned."

Cynthia smiled, "Yes, we were so delighted to get your lovely invitation."

"I know this may seem silly." Shelagh paused, "but I feel that you are some of my closest friends here besides the nuns and I certainly couldn't ask them. Since we're doing the whole thing now, I was just hoping…" she trailed off.

"Hoping for what?" said Jenny.

Shelagh cleared her throat again and looked the three square in the eyes. "Would you be my bridesmaids?"

The members of the esteemed ladies' group all felt that they had been very patient with the nurses and nuns who had taken over their closet and hallway and frequently used the kitchen. On this occasion, however, several members remarked how inconvenient it had been when their meeting had been ground to a halt by an explosion of shrieking and laughter. Several of the more bold women crept down the hallway to see what the fuss was about only to find the nurses excitedly all talking at once with that nice former nun right in the center of it all, quietly beaming.