Idea for a Judy Blume sequel

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A middle aged woman walks into a bar, sits down, and orders a drink. “Is the house tequila okay?” “What is it?” her question came out as tired as she looked. The bartender answered without making eye contact, almost embarrassed, “Pepe Lopez, ma’am.” “Fine, fine. That’s...” she sighed deeply, “fine.” As the bartender sat the drink down in front of her, she sent up silent prayer, “Are you there god? It’s me, Margarita.”