All I Want for Christmas is a Ph.D.

November 20th

Two days later and DeeDee kept thinking about Erik and his note. She buried herself in work, taking over other shifts just to stay busy. Whenever her mind was not focused on a physical task, it shifted back to thoughts of Erik. It was bothering her how much the whole thing was occupying her every thought. Her girls hit her up for an impromptu night out and she jumped at the opportunity.

The ladies got ready at DeeDee's place. Phyllis danced around the bathroom to whatever song played. Beverly was in DeeDee's closet in search of an outfit. DeeDee sat on her bed, with balled up hands on her lap.

Beverly pulled out a cute purple blouse and some dark denim boot cut jeans. "What do you think?"

Phyllis slid out of the bathroom, "Doesn't she have a dress?"

Ignoring her, Bev turned to DeeDee, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's cute." DeeDee replied.

"You gotta do better than that?" Phyllis walked into DeeDee's closet. She pulled out a red dress. "Now, that is what I am talking about. Here."

She shoved the dress into Beverly's hands. DeeDee reached up to grab the other items that were falling.

"We want her to get a man."

"Phyll, I just want to have a good time. I am not looking for anything."

"And that is your problem." Phyllis grabbed DeeDee and walked her to the bathroom mirror. "You are a gorgeous woman who needs to get her head out of the books and onto something more substantial, if you know what I mean."

DeeDee rolled her eyes and walked away, "No, I don't."

While DeeDee and Phyllis bickered over the benefits of having a personal life, Beverly hung the dress and blouse up on the back of DeeDee's closet door. As she put the jeans on the lounge chair nearby, she saw the notebook from the other day.

"Hey, did you ever find out anything about the guy who wrote the note?"

"What?" DeeDee and Phyllis asked together.

"Ya know, the note DeeDee found in the book." Beverly lifts the notebook up to them.

"Oh."

"Hmmph."

"Well?"

"I did get his name and email address." DeeDee offered.

"Ok, so did you email him yet? You know, present yourself as the woman he is looking for?" Phyllis cackled.

Beverly hit her, "Shut up!"

"I don't know why I even told you about it?" DeeDee muttered. She grabbed the book from Beverly and tossed it onto the top of her vanity.

"Well, did you?" Phyllis fixed her eyelashes before she waved her tweezers at DeeDee.

"No, I have not." She huffed out.

Beverly sat on the bed, "Why not?"

"I don't know." DeeDee started pacing the floor in front of her dresser, "I guess, I didn't think I would get this far."

"So, what are you gonna do?" Beverly asked.

"She's gonna send that email. That's what!" Phyllis said before she walked out of DeeDee's room. "Come on."

They all walk out of her room and to her home office in the corner of the living room. Phyllis pulled out the chair and DeeDee sat down in front of her laptop.

"Go on, and power this thing up. We got work to do."

DeeDee logged in and opened up her email application. Under Beverly and Phyllis' guidance, she was able to write something interesting. Phyllis bumped her from the seat, and while pretending to read it again for any errors, she hit 'Send' before DeeDee figured out what was going on. Beverly led a stunned DeeDee back to her room.