Still don't own any of the rights to RENT, other than this story.
Maureen dressed more subtly than usual before going to Joanne's office the next afternoon. Jeans, sparkly black star spangled sweater, leather boots, standard hoop earrings, she looked like any other girl on the street. She took the elevator to the floor that housed the law firm.
"Maureen Johnson for Joanne Jefferson." She said politely to the secretary.
"Hello Ms. Johnson, I didn't recognize you! I'll let Joanne know you're here."
"Thank you."
Maureen was a little disoriented. The secretary she saw at least once a week didn't recognize her with out her wacky clothes? Was she really that extreme?
"You can go in now Ms. Johnson." The secretary said sweetly, interrupting her musings.
"Thanks."
She pushed open the heavy wooden door to Joanne's personal office.
"Hi Pookie!" she whisper-screeched.
"Hey baby, I'm almost done here, I've got one call to make, and then we can go."
"Okay!"
Maureen sat down in a leather chair and waited for Joanne to finish. The office was windowless, lit only by a small dolphin shaped lamp, Maureen had given her for her last birthday. The walls were papered in dark green and covered in framed diplomas and other important documents. A picture of the women from last New Year's sat on the desk in a shiny gold frame.
"Ready to go?" Joanne asked.
"Sure!"
They walked out of the firm hand in hand, and waited for a taxi to take them to an animal shelter a friend had recommended.
"I went shopping for dog stuff today." Maureen said to pass the time.
Joanne braced herself for the list. Usually when Maureen went shopping she came home with half the city.
"I got a leash, a collar, a food/water dish, a brush and a bone."
Joanne waited for her to continue, when she didn't she hugged her in surprise.
"I'm so proud of you!"
Now it was Maureen's turn to be surprised.
"What you don't think I can shop just for what we need?"
"I didn't mean it like that baby, it's just usually you don't."
"Fine. Take my credit card if you don't trust me."
"Maureen don't do this!"
Maureen hailed the next taxi, and got in. She closed the door and unrolled the window.
"I'm going out. Don't expect me home."
She signaled the taxi to leave.
Joanne didn't skip a beat. She was used to Maureen's little tantrums by now. She hailed her own taxi to take her to the animal shelter any way. She was getting a dog.
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