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It was like the 40th time Lucy had to meet her Editor, the pale and daunting old man, who had the head of a tortoise and the infamous brain of one too, knowing how to make all of Lucy's ideas a masterpiece for a long period of time.

That bright breezy day, Lucy was dressed like a dove, a white and spotless pair of trousers and a baggy shirt, making her paunchy belly less revealing to the public eye. She knew no one cared the way she looked these days, since she was past 60 and not looking frail at all, like her Editor, Charles or anyone else her age.

She wore bright make-up and she wore a really staggering kind of perfume, the kind to make people sniff her. She loved the way she looked, even after being abandoned by her husband, who had called her all sort of names to quantify a loony woman, who did nothing else but write all day long.

Her first work was a complete flop. A failure, Rotten Tomatoes and The New York Times had called it but that never stopped her. She had her 5 children and her living soul to make her carry on. She couldn't also forget Mary Margaret, the long-time and surviving friend she had in her life.

Mary Margaret was also a resident in the apartment Lucy owned. After making her 5 children successful men and women of the society, she could live the life she wanted, all alone but Mary Margaret made it even better.

Two old ladies who did nothing else but sew new clothes, when Lucy wasn't writing a new Book. They would play all sort of mind boggling games, just to sharpen their brains and make them feel less frail and boring.

Back to reality, Lucy had enough to do that day. For an 65-year old, she had to visit the Pet Shop and pick up that new dog she wanted. Mary Margaret felt it would be nice to have a little one bark and make a few noises, when they weren't asleep or trying to concentrate and write. Then, she also had to see her Editor quickly and plan that small visit to Norway, for her Book signing next week and lastly for the day, she had to meet up with her Son, Ewan, the one with the dove-y eyes, also willing to see his Mother, whenever he was in town.

So much to do and Lucy was agile to do it all. She almost collapsed into her seat, the one very intimate to her Computer, including her Desktop and Laptop. It wasn't the right time to write a Book but there was never a bad timing to write that one special friend. She hastily powered her Computer, the Laptop and played with her bubbling knuckles until it was time to write.

The so called note was concise, making Lucy giddy to get a reply sooner than she expected. The time was almost 11A.M and she ought to be out of her apartment already. But the conversation with her friend seemed to come first before anything else.

An exciting noise was heard and an exciting reply came as well. It was from Mary Margaret. She used her favourite Emojis in her reply, making Lucy's already brightened mood brighten all the more.

"Make sure you get the cutest and youngest Dog you can find. We are already too old and we need a young one. P.S, I love using these Emojis!" Mary Margaret had written. Lucy replied one more time and turned off her Computer. She was off to do what she had to do that day and return back home with a new dog, good news from her Editor and probably a considerate amount of money from Ewan, as a surprising gift. She loved surprises and she knew Mary Margaret did too.

Before she walked out of her apartment door, she peered into the mirror and noticed Mary Margaret there, looking at her and admiring her. She was loony after all but she had a friend, who was also a resident in her house and a Ghost, the kind that never scared her but only made her happy, for the rest of her life till her death.