"Implants? What did they plant, cantaloupes? I mean, damn..." Delaney ranted on.
Tiffany sat on one of the barstools. "Maybe they're not as...proportional as they probably should have been..."
"Two silicone olives on a toothpick." Tara looked annoyed at the thought. "It's malpractice."
"If she feels better with a little more 'up top,' we can't hardly criticize her for that. As long as she's doin' it for herself." Sheree said it so smoothly and reasonably that the implied pity for Charlotte barely registered.
"Easy for you to say." Tara chuckled. "You're the illustration for what women want to get with those but never do."
I watched the corner of Sheree's mouth twitch as she stifled a smile. "Either way, Charlotte's choices are hers to make."
Tara shrugged. "At least we know what this
