  the two women sit at the table and smile at each other because they know each other and the one asks the other,  “ How is your married life?  to which the other replies,  “ It is all very well,  thank you.  and what about your single life?  to which the one answers,  “ It is also very well,  thank you.  and they laugh and talk about their exploits the married one talks about her husband unicentric in nature,  is her mind focused on home and husband and child and she laughs,  as it is her life and the single one wonders if she had missed out on anything on the security of a husband and a home on the love of a child or children on the continuing comfort of security and the single one talks about her exploits diffused in focus,
 she is bubbly and she is hunted by men as surely as she hunts the best of them she laughs about the gifts she receives and the time she spends juggling between her lovers how they have on many occasions been the game of her emotions and the married one wonders if she had made a mistake if she had married the wrong man if her prince charming had lost his way and was looking out for her and she wonders if she could be free from this drudgery this mind-
numbing mundanity of repeating everything everyday,  in the same way and if the sizzle in her life has given way to a more benign matronly boredom.  the conversation stalls.  and the one and the other sip their cappucino,  and their mocha.  and all niceties are showing without a single glint of their mind's churnings.  and life,  as ever,  goes on.
