Trixie, Patsy probably should have guessed from the moment they met, is one of those women who sometimes refers to her female friends as 'girlfriend'.
"Plans for this evening?" Patsy asks, as Trixie twirls in the mirror, her skirt flowing just so.
"I'm just meeting up with a new girlfriend." Trixie says.
Patsy's eyebrows nearly reach her hairline, and Trixie laughs at her expression.
"You needn't be like that; I'm not replacing you."
"What are you two up to later?" Trixie asks as Patsy and Delia help assorted Cubs find their parents in the aftermath of the Remembrance Day Parade.
"Coffee at The Silver Buckle was the plan," Patsy says, struggling to hold about five different banners that have been thrust upon her, "but I rather fear we may require something stronger."
"You're welcome to join us," offers Delia.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose on girlfriend time."
Patsy's arms are too full of banners, standards, wreaths of poppies and her trusty bucket of sawdust to be able to grab Delia and stop her from-
"Patsy's told you?" Delia says, shocked.
Oh no.