Their stories could not be more dissimilar. Ruby was the daughter of the biggest miller in our rural county. Weller was the name, and the old farmhouse and mill still stand as a testimony to their hard work and sacrifice.
Florence was a flapper, living in Brooklyn and working at the top of the Empire State building, saving every penny for the designer shoes that she so loved.
These days they pass the time laughing, talking . . . just generally being best friends. They are roommates who know when the other needs to vent or just kinda wants to be alone.
Flossy. The hugest Brooklyn Dodger fan ever.