I answer the phone and it's Marcie. This can't be good. I expect to hear crying on the other end of the line. At least that's how it's been for the last two weeks, but I'm pleasantly surprised.
"Rosie, wait 'till I tell you," She says. "You will just die."
"Oh, oh. Marcie, what have you done?"
"I've saved my marriage, that's what."
"Oh, do tell." What else could I say? I'm not really comfortable getting the inside scoop like this - especially when it comes to a person's love life.
"I've signed up for belly dance classes!"
So, yes, Rosie is back and I couldn't be happier.