The Truth

"Here, have some paracetamol," said Monica to Joan as they ate together for lunch. 

Joan, already showing symptoms of a cold, thanked Monica and quickly gulped down the medicine. She drank from the soup, served on the living coffee table asked, "So, where is Cole right now? When will he be back?"

Monica just smiled at Joan, taking the seat across from her. She said, "Modeling. He'll be home by eight."

She studied Joan like she meant to say more, and added, "Tomorrow, Cole will have to leave outside Paris for a shoot with a sister company of Holiday Boileau - a female apparel company. He is going to be away for three days."

"Obviously, I am going to be here, babysitting you," told Monica before smirking altogether. 

"I'm sorry," said Joan, her voice starting to sound incredibly nasal.  

Monica began to eat with Joan, but in the middle of her meal, she could not help but ask, "Joan, I don't get you? To be honest, I was reli