Later that evening, Dorothy, Rose, Blanche and Sophia were sitting in the kitchen, reading multiple ads from different stores, in hopes of trying to find a new air conditioner for a fair price.
"I don't believe it," said Sophia.
"What is it ma?" asked Dorothy.
"Did you find an air conditioning?" asked Blanche.
"No, I'm actually reading the obitoaries, Millie Ryerson passed away two days ago.
She owes me five dollars," said a now ticked off Sophia.
"Ma, you can read about that later, right now we have to focus on getting a new air conditioning unit."
"Does that mean I can't read the comics or the horoscope section now to?" asked Rose.
"Girls, I think I found what we're looking for," said Blanche.
"That's great Blanche.
Tells us about it," said Dorothy.
"Well, it's got an one hundred and fifty powered motor, a romote control for your tempature settings, and optional silencer, so we don't have to hear the motor.
"Let me take a look."
Blanche handed the ad to Dorothy, who's eyes nearly popped.
"Uh, Blanche, this air conditioner is seven thousand dollars," she said.
"What's your point?" asked Blanche.
"We need just a basic system, without spending a ton of money."
"Like this one?" said Rose, holding up a news clipping.
"Let me see that."
Rose handed Dorothy the ad and she began to read it.
"You know Rose, you actually picked out a good choice," said Dorothy.
"A big day.
I better mark it down in the calendar," said Sophia.
Ignoring her mother's comment, Dorothy read up on the advertisement.
"Yes, this is just what we need.
There's only one problem. she spoke.
"What's that Dorothy?" asked Rose.
"It's still in a high price range.
One thousdand two hundred dollars, and that's without the warrenty or the installation."
"I hate to say this Dorothy, but that's the cheapest system we've seen looking at all these ads," Blanche pointed out.
"Well it looks like we're all going to have to chip in a few dollars.
I mean if the system is about 1,200 hundred to 1,300 dollars and there's four of us, meaning we're going to have to three to four hundred dollars a piece."
"A few hundred dollars?
Dorothy, now you know I'm saving for my annual singles cruise to Aucopoco," said Blanche.
"And I'm saving up to attend my family reunion in St. Oalf this summer.
It's my Aunt Gretie's 90th birthday, and they're counting on me to make my famous Salmon souffle and halibet and cheese casserole," said Rose.
"And don't forget pussycat, we've got a wedding to go to in California this summer," said Sophia, addressing her daughter by her childhood nickname.
"That's right, my nephew, Gloria's son Kevin's getting married," Dorothy pointed out, referring to a child of her sister."
"Which reminds, I better call some of the reletivies in advance to make sure nobody's wearing the same clothes, like they did at my grandaughter Jenny's wedding.
Although I've gotta say, your brother Phil was able to pull off that teal chiffon frock better than your cousin Denise."
"Well, there's only one thing to do now that could help fix this problem," said Blanche.

She got up from her chair, made her way to the fridge, and took out a pink box, which meant one thing.
Cheesecake.
Whenever the four roommates/friends were dealing with a crisis, being family issues, dating disasters, or solving a problem like they were having now, most of the time, the soultion would be answered over the rich dessert, whether it was topped with chocolate, fruit, candy, cookies, or just a simple plain flavored, which was in the box.
Dorothy moved the papers, while Rose got some plates, and forks, with Sophia refilling the coffee mugs, and Blanche having the job of cutting and doling out four slices.
"Now then, we need a new air conditioner, yet we're each saving for something we've planned months in advance," said Dorothy.
"Plus don't forget, we're also on fixed incomes," Rose pointed out, as she put milk in her coffee.
"Oh, I knew I should've lesson to George about saving money.
He was the one who kept our finanises organized, and boy did he get red whenever I spent money on something impartical," said Blanche, referring to her late husband, before eating some cheesecake.
"Charlie handled all our money, banking and taxes.
Though I have to say the toughest part of doing the taxes every year was keeping track of the livestock, especially the chickens and pigs," added Rose, referring to her late husband.
"When it came to money, that was my department.
My Salvador was a wonderful man, but when it came to cash he was cluless.
He was the only person I knew who stunk at haggling.
While most customers tried to decrese the price, Sal rose it," said Sophia, referring to her late husband as well.
"Every year when it came time to do our taxes, I had to make up every possible excuse I could to see an accountant and avoid Stan from handling the paperwork," said Dorothy, referring to her ex-husand, who still visits her just about ever other week or so.
"But where are we going to get the extra money for a new air conditioner?" asked Blanche.

Just then, a thought came to Dorothy.
"Wait a minute, I just remember I have an antique tea set," she said.
"Dorothy, this is no time to have a tea party.
We're trying to figure how to pay for an air conditioner.
Get your prioritites in order," said Rose.
"Not to use it.
To sell it.
Stan's father brought home an authentic Belguim tea set from the war.
After Stan's mother passed away, she willed the set to Stan and I, and it was given to me during my divorce settlement.
It was never used, so why let it collect dust when I can sell it and put the money towards the air conditiong system."
"Dorothy, that's a great idea.
But are you sure you want to sell it?
I mean, it's a family item," asked Blanche.
"As I mentioned, it's never been used by Stan nor I.
Plus, the less I have of his family's the better.
I even know where it is in the attic.
I'll take it to the collector's show tomorrow morning."
"You know what Dorothy, I'll check to see if I have anything worth selling.
Maybe I can get a few dollars for Charlie's accordian," said Rose.
"I didn't know Charlie played the accordian," said Blanche.
"Well he tried.
Charlie thought playing a musical instrument would spice things up in the bedroom."
"Really?
The accordian?
I would have guessed either kazoo or a comb with waxed paper," said Sophia, clearing away the empty plates and coffee mugs.