Three Bitches of Eastwick

These three women sitting outside of Cafe Vitta stole my table, moved my coffee, and then proceeded to badmouth their ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, and a college instructor who “didn’t understand the female condition”.

They were desperately uninteresting until one of them caught wind I was drawing them.  After a short ‘whisper, whisper’ to the Queen Bitch, she promptly turned to me and asked, “what are you writing about us?” 

I turned, smiled and said, “Only good things, ladies, only good things!”  Then I showed them the picture, and the three bitches melted into harmless bunnies and wanted to know how they could get a copy of their ‘memorable’ get together.