A/N: i know!! i'm in the middle of so many stories rite now, but i mite not
even finish this one b/c i dont think it'll b 2 popular. but i'm just
throwin' it out there! this story is heavily based on the play "The Women,"
(one of my favorites!!) but i tried not 2 make it confusing if u've never
seen it! (u should NOT b confused!! if u r, plz put in ur review wat
confused u!!
Disclaimer: i do NOT own any nintendo characters!! plus i know i'm putting this in the zelda section, but it has peach and daisy and samus from it, each from their own games (obviously). i also do not own the storyline for the women. that is owned by clare booth (at least it was) kneels and bows repeatedly YOU ROCK, DUDETTE!!
neway, once upon a time...
Peach Fowler sped out of the salon and into the nearest telephone booth.
"Hello, operator? Get me Woodlands 476-903, please. Thank you." As Peach waited for the operator to place her call, she trembled a bit from excitement. She couldn't wait to spill the latest gossip she'd heard.
Meanwhile, at Woodlands 476-903, Daisy Potter heard the phone ringing. She walked towards it, almost tripping over one of her seven daughters in the process.
"Girls, please try NOT to run around in the house!!" Daisy called.
"LOOK MOM, I'M AN ELEVATOR MAN!!" one of her daughters shouted hysterically, popping her head in from the elevator. "WHOOO!!!"
"Yes, yes, try to keep it down, dear," Daisy said, picking up the telephone. "Hello? Yes, this is Daisy Potter...."
"Daisy!" Peach said into the phone.
"Why, Peach? Hello! What is it?"
An insidious grin crept slowly onto Peach's face as her voice rose slightly in volume. "Get a good grip on yourself dearie, you're going to DIE..."
"What? What is it??"
"Link Haines is stepping out on Zelda!"
Daisy gasped. "Wh--WHAT?! Why darling, who told you? .....a manicurist?! Oh, is that where you've been all afternoo--but, Link! Who would've thought! How awful!"
"Isn't it ghastly?" Peach giggled. "Oh but we're going to Zelda's for lunch this afternoon! Won't it be too dreadful? I mean, eating her food and knowing all about her husband."
For thinking the situation was awful, ghastly, and dreadful, Peach and Daisy seemed to be having fun discussing it.
"My darling, I can't wait to get the details!" Daisy tittered. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait until this afternoon ....yes, I have a doctor's appointment--yearly checkup, you know. See you later!"
"Good-bye!"
After hearing Peach hang up on the other end, Daisy continued to smile evilly as she dialed a new number. "Hello, get me the Haines, please. .....hello, is this the Haines residence?"
"Yes." It was the maid who had picked up.
"Well, hello, this is Daisy Potter, about lunch this afternoon. ....yes, I might be late, I have a doctor's appointment, but tell Zelda I'll be there just as soon as I can."
"Mrs. Haines is out with Young Zelda right now, but I'll tell her."
"Thank you. Good-bye."
The maid hung up the phone and walked outside. "Mrs. Haines?"
"Yes?" Zelda asked, turning away from the tea party she'd been having with her daughter (very cliché).
"Mrs. Potter just called; she said she might be late to lunch later on. She has a doctor appointment."
"Oh, thank you. That's all right." Zelda stood up and stretched as the maid walked away. Then she turned to her daughter and said, "I completely forgot about the luncheon I'm having! How stupid of me...I'll have to go and get ready, dear."
"All right," Young Zelda said, following her mother into the kitchen. (A/N: try not 2 get confused w/ the whole zelda, young zelda thing. think of it as link and y. link. and dont worry, b/c y. zelda is a very minor character anyway).
"Mommy, why are all these trunks out?" Young Zelda asked, once they reached her mother's room. She scratched her head. "You're not going anywhere, are you?"
"Darling, of course we are!" Zelda laughed. "Daddy and I are going on a trip to Canada tomorrow, remember?"
"Oh yes, I remember now," Young Zelda said. "Daddy says he's been planning this trip for the longest time; I thought you'd gone already."
Zelda laughed at this as she stepped into the bathroom. Her daughter continued: "Daddy says it's like a second honeymoon. Why do you have two honeymoons?"
"I don't know, I suppose it's because your father and I love each other very much," Zelda answered from behind the bathroom door, untying the ribbon in her hair.
Young Zelda was quiet for a moment, then said, "I heard you once say that you love Daddy more than anyone else in the world. Do you love him more than me?"
Zelda put on a bath robe and stepped back into her room. She drew her daughter into her arms saying, "Dear, that's a different kind of love.... you see, the love I have for you and the love I have for your father are different kinds. It's rather hard to explain now, but you'll understand what I mean when you get older."
Young Zelda shrugged, and said, "I hope so." They both heard the doorbell ring. "Oh mother, they're here!"
"Uh-oh, I'd better shower quickly," Zelda muttered to herself. She dashed back into the bathroom.
"But won't they be waiting for you?"
"Oh, you needn't worry about that," Zelda said. "Those women can always think of something to talk about."
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. The maid went to answer it; it was Daisy (as she had said, a tad bit late).
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Potter," the maid said, opening the door a little wider to admit her.
"Hello, dear. Um...could you ask Mrs. Fowler (A/N: that's peach, remember) to come out here, please?"
"Yes ma'am." The maid walked away as Daisy began to pull off her gloves.
"Well, how's the little mother?" came a heavily sarcastic voice.
Daisy jumped and turned around to her writer "friend," Marin.
"Maid, never mind about that ... Hello, DEAR," Daisy said, emphasizing the last word with just as much sarcasm.
Marin smirked, and referring to Peach, said, "The spider's in the parlor; let's go and join her. Saria's here too." The two of them walked into the parlor, where Peach was pacing up and down, waving her hands in the air; as Saria read a newspaper and basically ignored her.
"....I mean how can he expect me to do all the housework? Really, what have we all got servants for anyway?" Peach went on, swishing about a cigarette. Marin walked up to her and stared at the unique design on Peach's shirt: three eyeballs, each complete with brows and lashes.
"Great guns, what're you dressed up for? The seeing eye?"
Peach glanced down at her shirt, then glared at Marin, saying, "Better save your cracks for your next book, dearie." Then, Peach floated towards Daisy, adding, "Well Daisy, how you must have dashed...."
"I broke every speed limit in town!" Daisy said, anxious to hear the details about Link and Zelda.
"Well, I..." Peach turned around, and noticed that Marin was standing right next to her, listening to her every word. Pretending as though nothing had happened, Peach and Daisy turned away from each other.
"When are you going to Africa to shoot, Marin?" Daisy asked after a brief pause.
"Soon as my book's out," Marin responded, grinding her old cigarette into a rather fancy ash tray.
"Hah, I don't blame you," Peach snorted, rolling her eyes. "I'd rather face a pack of lions than what the critics said about your last book any day." snide
Before Peach or Marin could say another snide comment, Saria hopped off of the sofa and gave the newspaper to Peach. "Look it's a picture of Zelda! What does the caption say? The print's too small, and I don't have my glasses."
Instead of answering the question, Peach took off her own glasses and stared at Zelda's picture. "Humph, leave it to Zelda to see that she's photographed from her best angle."
"Is that so?" Marin asked, as Peach passed the newspaper to her. She skimmed through it, avoiding Zelda's picture.
"So what're you going to be writing next, Marin?" Daisy asked. "Animal stories?"
"I'd have to go to Africa for that," responded Marin with a grin, looking pointedly at Peach, who glared at her in return.
"Ha, ha."
"I wish I could make a little money writing the way you do," Saria said to Marin, smiling wistfully.
"Well, if you wrote like I did, that's just what you'd make," Marin admitted.
"You're not a very popular author, are you, dearie?" Peach asked, even though she well knew the answer.
"Not with you," Marin said coldly. She looked back down at the newspaper before giving it to Daisy. "Best angle my foot, doesn't half do her justice."
"Like some sherry, honey?" Daisy said, offering a glass to Saria (who had just turned her back to the group). When she didn't respond, Peach reached for it.
"I'll take it, Saria never seems to connect very well."
At the sound of her name, Saria turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I was just thinking about--"
"She's in love, bless her," Marin said in a mocking sort of voice, getting a drink for herself. "But heaven knows that when a woman gets old, she may be able to concentrate on vital facts, like cocktails."
"Oh, another lecture on the modern woman?" Peach asked, rolling her eyes.
"At the drop of a hat," Marin replied, sticking out her tongue at Peach. (A/N: believe it or not, marin is supposed 2 b older than the lot of them in this story).
"Well, Marin, I believe that I am a perfectly good wife for Marth Fowler (A/N: yeah, i know. the last name fowler really doesn't go w/ marth's first name, but trust me, that's how it has 2 b). I've sacrificed a lot for that man."
There was a short silence until Daisy said, "Well, lay off my reputation girls, while I go enswathe." She dropped the newspaper and skipped to the bathroom.
Saria looked adoringly at one of the pictures on the mantelpiece. "Isn't Young Zelda a dream? I wish I could have children."
"Well, you won't, dear, unless your bridge game improves," Peach said. Then, with an extremely heavy sigh, she collapsed onto the couch. "I'm devoted to Daisy Potter, but she does get me down. I mean, standing idly by while Mido just--"
"What makes you think Mido is cheating on her?" Saria asked quietly.
"Oh, you know him," Peach said very matter-of-factly. "Just loves to kiss all the girls. I told him off one time, I said, 'Look here, Mido Potter, just one more of those little smacks and I'll go running straight to Daisy!'"
"And did you?" Saria asked.
"Of course not! She's my best friend, I'd DIE before I'd hurt Daisy."
"Nut?" Marin said suggestively, handing a bowl of nuts to Peach.
Peach stared at her a moment, then took one and said, "Thank you, dearie. Heaven knows what I'd do if Marth ever tried to step out on ME. I wouldn't trust him on Alcatraz, the rat."
"Why, Peach!" Saria said, horrified. "You shouldn't say such things! Why, I--I think it's disloyal!"
"Ha!" Peach grunted. "Do we know how the men talk about us when we're not around?"
"I've heard rumors," Marin budded in.
"Exactly," Peach said slowly. Then, smiling rather wickedly, she said, "While we're on the subject ... have either of you wondered whether or not the master of this maison might not be straying?"
"I haven't," Marin said indignantly.
"Well, for all you know, Zelda Haines might be living in a fool's paradise," Peach said, as footsteps were heard. Peach turned around to see who it was. "All over, Daisy?"
"Yes, false alarm." She laughed. "Are you finished with me?"
"Long ago, we're on our hostess now," Marin said, smiling but with a bored voice.
Daisy looked down at Peach, then grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go see what's keeping Zelda!"
"All right!"
"Run along, children," Marin said, knowing what the two of them were up to.
........
"I thought I'd never get you alone!" Daisy said, shutting the bathroom door behind her and Peach. "I can't wait to get the low-down! Tell me all about it!"
"Well, you know I go to Sydney's to do my hair....oh you ought to go, dear, I DESPISE whoever does yours."
Daisy turned around quickly to glance in a mirror, then said, "Yes, I know, it looks awful--but hurry up!"
Peach sat down and said very fast, "Well, I decided that I should get a manicure too--this new stylist Arga just arrived." She showed her nails to Daisy. "Isn't that divine? Jungle Red!"
"Simply divine; go on."
"Well, I was looking through the newest issue of Vogue," Peach continued. "You know, the one with the story on Zelda--and that's what got the girl started on Zel and the whole ghastly story rolled out."
"Yes, but is it someone we know?" Daisy asked curiously.
"No!!" Peach answered, grinning. "That's what's so awful about it! She sells perfume at Black's 5th avenue."
"Black's?!" Daisy asked. She burst into laughter. "Oh, my G--"
"I know, you'd at least expect Link to look at someone his own class, but a beazle!" Peach said, standing up to wash her hands.
"Yes, but how did Link ever meet a girl like that?" Daisy asked, standing up to wash as well.
"Oh, how do men ever meet girls like that?" Peach asked, rolling her eyes. "They're all the same, the rats."
After drying their hands, they stepped out of the bathroom and saw Zelda with the others, waiting for them in the parlor.
A/N: well?? did u get it? were u confused?? plz review so i know what i can do to lessen the confusion!! cheerio, dahlings!
Disclaimer: i do NOT own any nintendo characters!! plus i know i'm putting this in the zelda section, but it has peach and daisy and samus from it, each from their own games (obviously). i also do not own the storyline for the women. that is owned by clare booth (at least it was) kneels and bows repeatedly YOU ROCK, DUDETTE!!
neway, once upon a time...
Peach Fowler sped out of the salon and into the nearest telephone booth.
"Hello, operator? Get me Woodlands 476-903, please. Thank you." As Peach waited for the operator to place her call, she trembled a bit from excitement. She couldn't wait to spill the latest gossip she'd heard.
Meanwhile, at Woodlands 476-903, Daisy Potter heard the phone ringing. She walked towards it, almost tripping over one of her seven daughters in the process.
"Girls, please try NOT to run around in the house!!" Daisy called.
"LOOK MOM, I'M AN ELEVATOR MAN!!" one of her daughters shouted hysterically, popping her head in from the elevator. "WHOOO!!!"
"Yes, yes, try to keep it down, dear," Daisy said, picking up the telephone. "Hello? Yes, this is Daisy Potter...."
"Daisy!" Peach said into the phone.
"Why, Peach? Hello! What is it?"
An insidious grin crept slowly onto Peach's face as her voice rose slightly in volume. "Get a good grip on yourself dearie, you're going to DIE..."
"What? What is it??"
"Link Haines is stepping out on Zelda!"
Daisy gasped. "Wh--WHAT?! Why darling, who told you? .....a manicurist?! Oh, is that where you've been all afternoo--but, Link! Who would've thought! How awful!"
"Isn't it ghastly?" Peach giggled. "Oh but we're going to Zelda's for lunch this afternoon! Won't it be too dreadful? I mean, eating her food and knowing all about her husband."
For thinking the situation was awful, ghastly, and dreadful, Peach and Daisy seemed to be having fun discussing it.
"My darling, I can't wait to get the details!" Daisy tittered. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait until this afternoon ....yes, I have a doctor's appointment--yearly checkup, you know. See you later!"
"Good-bye!"
After hearing Peach hang up on the other end, Daisy continued to smile evilly as she dialed a new number. "Hello, get me the Haines, please. .....hello, is this the Haines residence?"
"Yes." It was the maid who had picked up.
"Well, hello, this is Daisy Potter, about lunch this afternoon. ....yes, I might be late, I have a doctor's appointment, but tell Zelda I'll be there just as soon as I can."
"Mrs. Haines is out with Young Zelda right now, but I'll tell her."
"Thank you. Good-bye."
The maid hung up the phone and walked outside. "Mrs. Haines?"
"Yes?" Zelda asked, turning away from the tea party she'd been having with her daughter (very cliché).
"Mrs. Potter just called; she said she might be late to lunch later on. She has a doctor appointment."
"Oh, thank you. That's all right." Zelda stood up and stretched as the maid walked away. Then she turned to her daughter and said, "I completely forgot about the luncheon I'm having! How stupid of me...I'll have to go and get ready, dear."
"All right," Young Zelda said, following her mother into the kitchen. (A/N: try not 2 get confused w/ the whole zelda, young zelda thing. think of it as link and y. link. and dont worry, b/c y. zelda is a very minor character anyway).
"Mommy, why are all these trunks out?" Young Zelda asked, once they reached her mother's room. She scratched her head. "You're not going anywhere, are you?"
"Darling, of course we are!" Zelda laughed. "Daddy and I are going on a trip to Canada tomorrow, remember?"
"Oh yes, I remember now," Young Zelda said. "Daddy says he's been planning this trip for the longest time; I thought you'd gone already."
Zelda laughed at this as she stepped into the bathroom. Her daughter continued: "Daddy says it's like a second honeymoon. Why do you have two honeymoons?"
"I don't know, I suppose it's because your father and I love each other very much," Zelda answered from behind the bathroom door, untying the ribbon in her hair.
Young Zelda was quiet for a moment, then said, "I heard you once say that you love Daddy more than anyone else in the world. Do you love him more than me?"
Zelda put on a bath robe and stepped back into her room. She drew her daughter into her arms saying, "Dear, that's a different kind of love.... you see, the love I have for you and the love I have for your father are different kinds. It's rather hard to explain now, but you'll understand what I mean when you get older."
Young Zelda shrugged, and said, "I hope so." They both heard the doorbell ring. "Oh mother, they're here!"
"Uh-oh, I'd better shower quickly," Zelda muttered to herself. She dashed back into the bathroom.
"But won't they be waiting for you?"
"Oh, you needn't worry about that," Zelda said. "Those women can always think of something to talk about."
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. The maid went to answer it; it was Daisy (as she had said, a tad bit late).
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Potter," the maid said, opening the door a little wider to admit her.
"Hello, dear. Um...could you ask Mrs. Fowler (A/N: that's peach, remember) to come out here, please?"
"Yes ma'am." The maid walked away as Daisy began to pull off her gloves.
"Well, how's the little mother?" came a heavily sarcastic voice.
Daisy jumped and turned around to her writer "friend," Marin.
"Maid, never mind about that ... Hello, DEAR," Daisy said, emphasizing the last word with just as much sarcasm.
Marin smirked, and referring to Peach, said, "The spider's in the parlor; let's go and join her. Saria's here too." The two of them walked into the parlor, where Peach was pacing up and down, waving her hands in the air; as Saria read a newspaper and basically ignored her.
"....I mean how can he expect me to do all the housework? Really, what have we all got servants for anyway?" Peach went on, swishing about a cigarette. Marin walked up to her and stared at the unique design on Peach's shirt: three eyeballs, each complete with brows and lashes.
"Great guns, what're you dressed up for? The seeing eye?"
Peach glanced down at her shirt, then glared at Marin, saying, "Better save your cracks for your next book, dearie." Then, Peach floated towards Daisy, adding, "Well Daisy, how you must have dashed...."
"I broke every speed limit in town!" Daisy said, anxious to hear the details about Link and Zelda.
"Well, I..." Peach turned around, and noticed that Marin was standing right next to her, listening to her every word. Pretending as though nothing had happened, Peach and Daisy turned away from each other.
"When are you going to Africa to shoot, Marin?" Daisy asked after a brief pause.
"Soon as my book's out," Marin responded, grinding her old cigarette into a rather fancy ash tray.
"Hah, I don't blame you," Peach snorted, rolling her eyes. "I'd rather face a pack of lions than what the critics said about your last book any day." snide
Before Peach or Marin could say another snide comment, Saria hopped off of the sofa and gave the newspaper to Peach. "Look it's a picture of Zelda! What does the caption say? The print's too small, and I don't have my glasses."
Instead of answering the question, Peach took off her own glasses and stared at Zelda's picture. "Humph, leave it to Zelda to see that she's photographed from her best angle."
"Is that so?" Marin asked, as Peach passed the newspaper to her. She skimmed through it, avoiding Zelda's picture.
"So what're you going to be writing next, Marin?" Daisy asked. "Animal stories?"
"I'd have to go to Africa for that," responded Marin with a grin, looking pointedly at Peach, who glared at her in return.
"Ha, ha."
"I wish I could make a little money writing the way you do," Saria said to Marin, smiling wistfully.
"Well, if you wrote like I did, that's just what you'd make," Marin admitted.
"You're not a very popular author, are you, dearie?" Peach asked, even though she well knew the answer.
"Not with you," Marin said coldly. She looked back down at the newspaper before giving it to Daisy. "Best angle my foot, doesn't half do her justice."
"Like some sherry, honey?" Daisy said, offering a glass to Saria (who had just turned her back to the group). When she didn't respond, Peach reached for it.
"I'll take it, Saria never seems to connect very well."
At the sound of her name, Saria turned around. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I was just thinking about--"
"She's in love, bless her," Marin said in a mocking sort of voice, getting a drink for herself. "But heaven knows that when a woman gets old, she may be able to concentrate on vital facts, like cocktails."
"Oh, another lecture on the modern woman?" Peach asked, rolling her eyes.
"At the drop of a hat," Marin replied, sticking out her tongue at Peach. (A/N: believe it or not, marin is supposed 2 b older than the lot of them in this story).
"Well, Marin, I believe that I am a perfectly good wife for Marth Fowler (A/N: yeah, i know. the last name fowler really doesn't go w/ marth's first name, but trust me, that's how it has 2 b). I've sacrificed a lot for that man."
There was a short silence until Daisy said, "Well, lay off my reputation girls, while I go enswathe." She dropped the newspaper and skipped to the bathroom.
Saria looked adoringly at one of the pictures on the mantelpiece. "Isn't Young Zelda a dream? I wish I could have children."
"Well, you won't, dear, unless your bridge game improves," Peach said. Then, with an extremely heavy sigh, she collapsed onto the couch. "I'm devoted to Daisy Potter, but she does get me down. I mean, standing idly by while Mido just--"
"What makes you think Mido is cheating on her?" Saria asked quietly.
"Oh, you know him," Peach said very matter-of-factly. "Just loves to kiss all the girls. I told him off one time, I said, 'Look here, Mido Potter, just one more of those little smacks and I'll go running straight to Daisy!'"
"And did you?" Saria asked.
"Of course not! She's my best friend, I'd DIE before I'd hurt Daisy."
"Nut?" Marin said suggestively, handing a bowl of nuts to Peach.
Peach stared at her a moment, then took one and said, "Thank you, dearie. Heaven knows what I'd do if Marth ever tried to step out on ME. I wouldn't trust him on Alcatraz, the rat."
"Why, Peach!" Saria said, horrified. "You shouldn't say such things! Why, I--I think it's disloyal!"
"Ha!" Peach grunted. "Do we know how the men talk about us when we're not around?"
"I've heard rumors," Marin budded in.
"Exactly," Peach said slowly. Then, smiling rather wickedly, she said, "While we're on the subject ... have either of you wondered whether or not the master of this maison might not be straying?"
"I haven't," Marin said indignantly.
"Well, for all you know, Zelda Haines might be living in a fool's paradise," Peach said, as footsteps were heard. Peach turned around to see who it was. "All over, Daisy?"
"Yes, false alarm." She laughed. "Are you finished with me?"
"Long ago, we're on our hostess now," Marin said, smiling but with a bored voice.
Daisy looked down at Peach, then grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go see what's keeping Zelda!"
"All right!"
"Run along, children," Marin said, knowing what the two of them were up to.
........
"I thought I'd never get you alone!" Daisy said, shutting the bathroom door behind her and Peach. "I can't wait to get the low-down! Tell me all about it!"
"Well, you know I go to Sydney's to do my hair....oh you ought to go, dear, I DESPISE whoever does yours."
Daisy turned around quickly to glance in a mirror, then said, "Yes, I know, it looks awful--but hurry up!"
Peach sat down and said very fast, "Well, I decided that I should get a manicure too--this new stylist Arga just arrived." She showed her nails to Daisy. "Isn't that divine? Jungle Red!"
"Simply divine; go on."
"Well, I was looking through the newest issue of Vogue," Peach continued. "You know, the one with the story on Zelda--and that's what got the girl started on Zel and the whole ghastly story rolled out."
"Yes, but is it someone we know?" Daisy asked curiously.
"No!!" Peach answered, grinning. "That's what's so awful about it! She sells perfume at Black's 5th avenue."
"Black's?!" Daisy asked. She burst into laughter. "Oh, my G--"
"I know, you'd at least expect Link to look at someone his own class, but a beazle!" Peach said, standing up to wash her hands.
"Yes, but how did Link ever meet a girl like that?" Daisy asked, standing up to wash as well.
"Oh, how do men ever meet girls like that?" Peach asked, rolling her eyes. "They're all the same, the rats."
After drying their hands, they stepped out of the bathroom and saw Zelda with the others, waiting for them in the parlor.
A/N: well?? did u get it? were u confused?? plz review so i know what i can do to lessen the confusion!! cheerio, dahlings!