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pre-preg tits small, exactly.”
    â€œMe, I’ve had ’em big and breastfeeding and I’ve had ’em slight and chaste,” Rose proclaims. “I refuse to use the word
small
until I can take it back like the night. I once heard a man describe a woman’s chest as ‘small’ and ‘lacking.’ Excuse me? Lactating, maybe, but never lacking!”
    â€œHa!” Con laughs loudly.
    Like a circus ringleader, Rose announces, “In the corner of less big, I give you Charlotte Rampling as Lucia Atherton in
The Night Porter
, her suspenders curving ever so slightly over her naked breasts.”
    Con and Wanda applaud.
    â€œAnd the wonderful French actress Arletty, who, as Garance in
Les Enfant du Paradis
, sheds her beautiful gown and accidentally, oh-so-fleetingly exposes one perfect teacup breast.”
    Another round of applause.
    â€œFinally, I give you, among many examples, Renée Zellweger as Roxy Hart in
Chicago
.”
    â€œI love that movie!” Con exclaims.
    â€œI had a line in it,” Rose reveals.
    â€œI didn’t know that!” Wanda shouts.
    â€œI was in an ending they shot but never used,” Rose explains. “They dressed me in an authentic flapper dress, heavy with faux pearls, and they forbade me to wear a bra. The look of the twenties was flat and the weight of the pearls did the job on my un-brassiered chest.”
    â€œNo flapper flatness for Queen Latifah,” Wanda says.
    â€œRight!” Rose agrees. “And from Latifah’s gloriously overflowing cups to Zellweger’s slight but splendid mounds, that flick celebrates a gamut of sizes.”
    â€œVive la différence!”
Con says, downing the last of her creamy latte.

    â€œAlso in the corner of less big,” Rose continues, “I give you Kate Hudson and her mom, Goldie Hawn. Goldie before the implants, that is.”
    â€œI heard someone describe Hawn’s pre-implant breasts as ‘nonexistent’ once,” intones the fulsome Constance.
    â€œLet me guess. It was a man,” Rose says.
    â€œBingo! Say, how about Twiggy in the corner?” Con replies. “Twiggy was my mom’s idol in the sixties. My mom told me that scores of flower children and mod chicks, herself included, grew into splendiferous, slenderiferous glory with Twiggy as their role model.”
    â€œIt was a decade of bra burning following a decade of bullet bras,” Rose adds. “Who wouldn’t want to burn those!”
    â€œNow my mom and I shop together for bras—gel, underwire, push-up, double click. Anything but bullet,” Con admits.
    â€œNursing bras?” Wanda asks.
    â€œNot so much,” she answers. “Those can get a little complicated for my taste. Right now I like a good push-up with a front clasp for easy access.”
    Leaning in, Wanda confides, “I have heard that in some cultures toe cleavage is so desirable that men’s eyes might never rest on a girl’s face, let alone her breasts.”
    â€œSo let alone her breasts,” Con jests. “As in, let alone her breasts . . . and suck her toes!”
    They all look down at their feet. “Rose, your shoes!” Wanda exclaims.
    Rose clicks her cyan-sequined heels together. “You like them? They were part of that estate sale.”
    â€œVery nice, and they actually give you toe cleavage!”
    Con picks up the binoculars and zeroes in on the ceremony, which is about to get underway in the park. Wanda believes she hears a wistful sigh emanate from Con’s cardinal-red lips, while Rose’s gaze climbs up into the branches of the magnificent tree above the conjoining couple.
    â€œThey should seal it with a kiss up in that tree,” she says mysteriously.

ROSE
    The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf or single blade is here—All blend to one.
    â€”Dorothy Parker

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