The late 40s were fine overall. It wasn’t all too hard to live in, if you had it well. If you were below upper class you’d have to live of scraps others left. And you’d wait for a wonder to happen

You were a rich woman, in the Elysian Garden Club and a good friend of Joan. Alma had joined not long ago. A middle class housewife who worked herself up to the elite

You had volunteered to be voted as the Garden Club ‘leader’ so to say. As did Alma. But she didn’t want you to win. So she after a while she found out you had an affair with someone

Alma just didn’t know with who. But she knew where. At the sunrise hotel. Every Tuesday and Friday at precisely 1:30pm. She saw you looking from the window to see if she saw anyone she knew before she walked back. And Joan eventually closed the curtains

Alma smirked, and now knew who you had an affair with. Later at the birthday party of Amy, she took you to the side for a moment. Grinning widely “I know about your affair.” She said, already enjoying how she’d ruin your evening