"I'm going out," she said to Martin. "I won't be long." She ran her finger over her grocery list to make sure she'd not forgotten anything.~"I'm going out," she said to Martin. "I won't be long." She twisted her wedding band round and round her finger, then tugged it off and slipped it in her pocket.
"What you need are lighter clothes," said Una, fingering the long polyester sleeve of Sophie's blouse.~It was one of two blouses she'd worn on alternate days since she'd first shown up at the Studmuffin. She'd pushed her sleeves up, but they were just too tight to push far.~"I didn't bring many clothes with me," she said.~"Well, come on then." Una stood. "Let's go see what I've got that'll fit you."~Sophie held back. Her eyes scanned Una's outfit, and Dara resisted a chuckle.~"Some of my clothes are quite ordinary," said Una. "Aren't they, Amy?"~"Just the ones you don't wear, Gram."~"Well, there you go, then."~Amy's place had the haphazard charm of a home furnished with yard-sale finds, but Una's piece of it left nothing to chance. The bed was covered in moss velvet to match the draperies. The headboard, dresser, and tables were all carved mahogany with flashes of gold touched to the rosebuds. She had an actual dressing table skirted in the same gold chiffon that filtered light between the drapes.~And by her bed was a crystal vase with a single white silk lily.~Una opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a sleeveless shell, soft blue. "This should do the trick," she said. "It's really too big in the top for me. I used to be bigger, but ..." She waved her hands around her two cleavages. "One too many trips to the knocker press!"~"It's what she calls a mammogram." Amy smiled.~Sophie chuckled, just a little.~"It's a better name," said Ivy, settling into the green brocade reading chair.~Una shook her head. "Take a warning from me, girls. You can't put these things through the pasta press and expect them to bounce back every time. One day they just give out, and what have you got but cooked lasagna to stuff in your brassiere?"~Jane sat on the bed. "I once heard of a woman who yanked herself out of the wicked contraption too quickly, and they curled up just like gift ribbon."~"Well, that would keep them off your knees, at least," said Una.~Sweet little Amy grinned like she'd hoped exactly this would happen.~Sophie had started laughing--holding her hand up, still hiding her teeth, but she was audibly laughing.~Dara caught her eye, and the two burst out in a mutual snort. Then Jane and Una snorted, and Ivy and Amy, and they had themselves a pig party right there in Una's boudoir.