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Annie was still awaiting a call from the clinic about certain test results, thank you so much Rebecca, but that wasn't going to stop her from seeming cheerful at the start of the meeting. No it wasn't! "Welcome back, everyone! I hope everyone enjoyed their week off."

“And happy 1915,” Rilla added merrily. “Though that might just apply to me. I was at home for Christmas and New Year.”

Which explained the Christmas cookies she’d brought along to share.

"And happy 1915!" How many people got to say that? In the appropriate context, anyway. "We thought that maybe today we'd just take some time to talk. This is supposed to be a sisterhood and all, so that should mean we're able to talk about things that are bothering us or that we might just need to get off our chests." Like if anyone had herpes or something.

“We promise to hold anything you share in the strictest of confidences,” Rilla added, eyes wide.

"Strictest confidence, promise." ...She didn't promise for the squirrels. They were on their own there.

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Grab some cookies and chat up your fellow sorority members.

Stacey looked a little longingly at the cookies, but passed them over to see how tan everyone else was compared to her.

Rebecca took in today's theme and made a face. "Are you kidding me?" she bitched. "Group therapy? Really?"

Oh, Rebecca. Enough of that.

Hanna was going to sit out of this week's activity. She had so many secrets, she'd probably accidentally reveal one of them. No one wanted that. Really.

She did take a cookie, though.

Let's go around and talk about whatever's on your mind right now in a nice, safe, squirrel-infested environment.

"Boys are horrible?" Stacey tried. Someone had heartbreak it would take ~~days~~ months to get over, here.

"How horrible?" RIlla asked sympathetically.

"Usually they're fine but the horribleness increases depending on whether or not they already have a girlfriend," Stacey sulked. Like she wouldn't have gotten bored with him already even if he hadn't.

"He had a girlfriend?!" Rilla was appalled on your behalf, Stacey.

"I know! He led me on!"

No, he'd just been polite to the overly interested hotel guest. Reality, psh.

"Did you slap him?" Rilla asked.

Oh Rilla. Oh Rilla no. Don't give her ideas for the future.

"Should I have?"

"I would have," Rilla said, nodding.

Or at least thought about it.

Quinn wasn't usually the therapy type, but she'd give it a try.

"Even though I'm really excited about college," she said slowly. "It's also a little scary. It'll be a whole new level of pressure."

Neither of which has an STD, btw.

Rilla pulled out a sock to knit as she waited to hear all of the ~~gossip~~ news she'd missed out on.

Annie was totally paying attention! She was just watching her phone at the same time. Multitasking.

"How was Rio?" Rilla asked.

"Good! I think I really got a feel for authentic Brazil," said Annie, who was kind of a nerd. "How was Christmas?"

So weird to say that in March. Of 2012.

"Hard," Rilla admitted. "It's not the first time Jem hasn't been home to celebrate it--he used to go to Avonlea and spend the holiday with Aunt Marilla--but we all knew why he wasn't there this time. And Walter was not really himself, though he tried."

"Awww. But Christmas is supposed to be happy," Annie frowned. Not that she really celebrated it anymore, but and not that every Christmas at home had been great, but she did watch TV.

"We tried," Rilla said, nodding. "And Susan made enough cookies to feed both armies, though she said the Kaiser couldn't have any."

"Is Susan the one who made these?" Annie asked, nodding towards the cookies.

"Yes," Rilla said, smiling. "She doesn't believe I can bake."

Annie thought back, realizing she'd never tried anything of Rilla's. That she knew of. It was entirely possible that at Thanksgiving she assumed anything bad had been Karla's.

"Oh, I'm sure you can," she said. Rilla just seemed like the type who could, you know?

Rilla beamed at her. "I can make a dandy shortbread," she said.

"Well, I would love to try it sometime," she said, like a good friend.

And then she'd be very wary later this year when she met Shirley.

"If you'd like, you can help me make a batch to send to Jem and Jerry," Rilla offered.

"I'd love to," she said happily. "Just tell me when and I'll be there with bells on."

Pause.

"Not literally. I think those might get in the way."

What up, Morrigan.

YOU ARE KILLING ME HERE, TIME WARNER.

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