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pretends to paw the dirt with her foot just like the bulls do. Then she pokes Caroline with her fingers still poised as horns.  
    Caroline shrieks. The piece of her pizza ends up on the side of Ali’s head. It slides down, leaving pieces of goat cheese, basil, and diced tomato stuck to her hair. Jena and I gasp, and then burst out laughing. Ali’s not happy, and Caroline tries to clean up the mess off Ali’s hair with a napkin.  
    “Oh, stop it. I need to wash my hair now. This is yucky,” Ali huffs. She marches out of the room and into the bathroom. Soon we hear the shower going.  
    Caroline puts her beer down. “I hope she’s not too pissed off at me.”
    “She’ll be fine. Goat cheese can’t be that bad for the hair.” I wave my hand dismissively.  
    “So, Caroline.” Jena bites into her mushroom and Italian sausage pizza. “You’re totally sure you want to go under the knife? After all, it’s a major surgery.”
    Caroline rests her head in her hands, elbows on her knees. She sighs loudly and whispers something under her breath. I suspect a string of profanities.  
    I scoot closer to her on the sofa and put my arms around her. “Let’s just say you go ahead and do it. What if you’re not happy with your new image?”
    Jena jumps in, taking another humongous bite of her pizza, “You might start feeling conscientious about the way your boobs stick out all of a sudden.”
    Caroline gives a bitter laugh. “Like I’m not conscientious about how my boobs cave in now? I mean, look at me,” she dramatically points with both hands to her chest, “see? This is what I deal with every day. I can’t even get a half-decent guy, because all of them want at least a B cup.”
    “That’s a bunch of crap,” Jena comments. “There are plenty of guys that will like you without Dolly Parton’s signature chest.”  
    “Not every guy on the planet looks for busty girls. They enjoy other body parts,” I add. Erm, that sounded… well, not very helpful.  
    Caroline snorts. “My between-the-legs landscape could get me some brownie points for sure. Come on, that’s not what they see first. Geez.”
    Jena giggles. “No, wait. This is what Nat meant: ‘Hi, it’s nice to meet you too. Oh, my clothes are too revealing, you say? That’s because my hoo-ha must compete with the other women’s half-exposed boobs, since my own wouldn’t stand a chance.”
    Jena puts her hand on Caroline’s knee. “Sweetie, you’re pretty, smart, educated, gainfully employed. You’re funny, and awesome to be around. Okay, so you need a different look. Fine. Get a perm, or—better yet—a wig. A few wigs—”
    “Seriously, Jena?” Caroline snaps, sitting up straight. “Don’t you think this is just… just… bad advice?”  
    I groan. “We are not helping much. She has her mind set, and nothing is going to knock her off track.” I look at my bestie and consider raising the subject again another day.  
    Caroline has a stern expression on her face. I know that look—there is no way in hell we are going to change her mind; not even if we manage to permanently freeze hell over.  
    Jena looks concerned but she thinks better of continuing our lost battle and remains silent. Did we fail? Will we have to let our friend go under the knife? I shudder, thinking of it.  
    Ali comes out from the bathroom, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. Water makes her jet-black hair look even darker than normal.  
    Jena says, “Okay, Caroline. Let’s go get wasted. It’s Friday night after all.”  
    “Some of us work tomorrow. But I feel like going out,” I comment.  
    Ali grins at me.  
    Caroline shakes her head, “You two are freakin’ workaholics. Can’t you take a day off for a change?”  
    “We take days off,” Ali protests.  
    Jena stands up and collects our empty bottles. “I’ve never known anyone who worked so much.”
    “When you have your own business, you better work or get your ass kicked by competitors.”