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about? What’re gummy bears?”
    “Breast implants,” Kerry said.
    “New kind of silicon material,” Tamara said, “supposed to look and feel like the candy. You know, soft and gooey.”
    I made a fast reach for my glass of wine.
    “Maybe I’m just being alarmist,” Kerry said, “but after what I’ve been through, I wouldn’t allow any kind of foreign matter in my breasts.”
    “Mine are saggy enough as it is. Wouldn’t want my nipples messed with, either.”
    “Absolutely not.”
    “My booty lifted, now, I could go for that.”
    “Oh, there’s nothing wrong with your booty.”
    “Not what my mirror tells me when I get out of the shower.”
    “A woman I work with at Bates and Carpenter had an umbilicoplasty. Can you believe it?”
    “Belly button, right?”
    “Right. She had an inny and always wanted an outie.”
    “I can relate to that. How’d it turn out?”
    “She showed it off at the office. Looked fine, you couldn’t tell a thing.”
    “Girl I know had her nose done about a year ago. Really made a difference in her appearance.”
    “You see a lot of rhinoplasties these days.”
    “Rhinoplasty,” I said. “Sounds like a horn job on a zoo animal.”
    They ignored me. Tamara said, “That’s one thing I don’t need. Maybe a lipo, though, lose the fat roll around my middle.”
    “It wouldn’t be worth it,” Kerry said. “Having a tube stuck in you, being hooked up to a machine that sucks like a vacuum cleaner … no, thank you. Messy, painful, and there’s a long recuperative period.”
    “Yeah, you’re right. Nasty.”
    “A face-lift is no picnic, either, I’m told.”
    “Lot of downtime, right?”
    “Yes, but you only look like an accident victim for the first few days. Anyhow, it’s not something you’ll need to consider for a lot of years yet.”
    “You either.”
    “Thanks, that’s a sweet lie. I should have my eyes done, at least.”
    “What’s the matter with your eyes?” I said.
    “Not the eyes themselves. The bags and hen’s feet.”
    “The what?”
    “Make you look and feel great, I’ll bet,” Tamara said.
    “I know it would.”
    We ate and drank a little in blessed silence. But not for long. “That labia surgery,” Tamara said, “you heard about that? Got to be pretty nasty, too. I wouldn’t want anybody cutting me up down there.”
    “Labiaplasty. My God, no.”
    Foolishly I asked, “What’s labiaplasty?”
    “You don’t really want to know.”
    “Sure I do. What is it?”
    “Okay,” Kerry said, “you asked for it. It’s cosmetic reconfiguration of the outer labia of the vagina.”
    I sat there for about ten seconds before I said, “You’re right, I didn’t really want to know.”
    “Supposed to be for beautification purposes,” Tamara said, “get rid of the droop.”
    Droop?
Droop?
    “But why would you bother? I mean, nobody’s gonna be looking down there but you, and even if some guy did look, he wouldn’t know the difference.”
    “That’s for sure.”
    Tamara said dreamily, “One thing I can see myself getting talked into, that’s the hymen reattachment thing.”
    “You’re kidding. You wouldn’t, would you?”
    “Need all the help with my sex life I can get. Lot of guys love to think they’re getting a virgin.”
    “Don’t they, though.”
    I almost choked on a mouthful of wine over this exchange.
    Tamara was watching me. She smiled her Evil Tamara smile. “Women aren’t the only ones having stuff like this done. Guys, too.”
    “That’s right,” Kerry said. “There’s manscaping, for instance.”
    “There’s
what?”
I said.
    “Manscaping. Having body hair waxed or lasered off.”
    “The new seal look,” Tamara said. “Very cool.”
    My God.
    “Then there’s pectoral implants.”
    “And six-pack tummy tucks.”
    “And testicle tucks.”
    “And penis enhancement, for livin’ large.”
    “And male breast reduction.”
    “And uncircumcisions.”
    I put down my wineglass. Carefully. “You made that