“I went online early this morning to check out what kind of tenant security they have at the Watergate. Nothing we can’t handle,” Isabelle said happily. A moment later, she was in the water and daring the others to follow her, which they did.

“Do you miss being young, Myra?”

“I can’t believe you asked me that, Annie. I wish I was young again and know what I know today. And if you think for one minute getting those tattoos is going to make us younger, you’re wrong.” Myra sniffed.

“That’s why you haven’t moved back in with Charles, isn’t it? Oh, for shame, Myra. I look at mine all the time and just wish there was someone to see it. You need to come alive, Myra. We’re old, we should be having fun or doing something we can pretend is fun.”

Myra’s face turned pink. “You’re being silly, Annie. I’m simply not ready to go back. I may never go back. That ink on my backside has nothing to do with anything.”

“Oh, yeah, well then, prove it to me,” Annie snapped. “Right now, right this minute, march into the command center, pull down your drawers, and show Charles your artwork.” At Myra’s horrified expression, Annie leaned back, crossed her legs, and looked smug. “I thought so. You’re afraid.”

“I am not afraid,” Myra said indignantly.

“Then prove it!” Annie challenged.

In the pool, Alexis nudged Yoko. “Look, something’s going on between those two.”

The others stopped splashing and turned to see what Yoko and Alexis were looking at.

“Something’s going down,” Isabelle said as she swam to the ladder, the others following. “Act like we didn’t notice anything,” she hissed.

Chattering among themselves and drying off, the other Sisters watched their mentors argue in harsh whispers. When Myra stomped off, they clustered around the table, wanting to know what was going on.

A devilish gleam in her eye, Annie said, “I just dared Myra to do something. She accepted the challenge, albeit regretfully.”

“What? What?”

“Can you keep a secret, girls?”

The response was a unanimous yes.

Annie got up, turned around, and mooned the girls. Her shorts went back up at record speed. As one, the girls gasped.

“Myra has one, too, but it’s a little more…artful. That means it took a lot of ink. Her artwork is the reason she hasn’t moved back to the main building. She wants to be back with Charles so bad she can taste it, but she’s afraid of what he’ll think or say when he sees it. I told her to get over herself and show Charles now. She could be moved in by dusk if she doesn’t change her mind. Do you think I was wrong to do that, girls?”

When there was no response to her question, Annie sat back down.

“Myra had Charles’s name tattooed on her ass!” Kathryn guessed, her eyes as round as saucers.

The others started to laugh.

“It took a lot of ink, too. Colored ink. She went all out. We were there a very long time. She made the decision either in memorial to Charles, or else she was hoping Charles would come back, which he did. As you saw, I just went with a rose.”