Since all three were married (and since Taylor had such a big house) they had all moved in with Taylor and Rita. Of course their instruments and sound equipment had been taken along with them. In fact, one of the reasons why this house had been bought was because there was a room that would be perfect for a studio.
Rita had opened the fridge to look for some more butter.
"My goodness this place is a mess." She commented to herself.
She started searching the fridge, muttering to herself that she knew there was some in there. Then her hand felt the smooth shape of a pill bottle tucked in the back. Frowning, she pulled it out and looked at it.
"Taylor hasn't... he hasn't gone back..." Rita worried.
She turned it around nervously, then finally noticed a label.
"Ms Cassandra Hanson." She read aloud. "Prescription. I wonder what she needs them for?"
"Who needs what for?" Cassie asked, walking in.
Then she spotted the bottle and the colour began to drain from her face.
"Umm, ahh, well." She stammered.
"Oh, you needn't tell me." Rita cut in. "It's none of my business."
"They're just for my, my, my migraines. That's all."
"Ooh, migraines? That's horrible. But why are they tucked in the back?"
Cassie shrugged.
"I, uhh, didn't want any one to know."
Rita nodded.
"Yeah, I understand." She turned back into the fridge.
"What are you looking for?"
"The butter."
"We're out."
"Already?"
"Well, there are a lot more people living here now."
"Good point."
Cassie smiled.
"I think someone should go shopping soon."
"Have you seen the mess in here?"
"Yes, but that's because we're living here with the Hanson guys."
Rita laughed.
"If you ask them, they'll say it's an organised mess." Cassie grinned. "I know, I used to be home schooled with them."
"That would have been an interesting experience."
"Interesting is not the word for it."