“Jillian,” Audrey said, walking to my desk. “How are you doing today?”
“Just fine, Audrey. How are you?” I asked.
“Great. You know, I just went shopping and I had to come over and tell you: I got a bra.”
“Yes, I found the most wonderful bra–do you need a bra?”
“Um, eventually, I guess.”
“Well, I found the most wonderful bra at Dillards. Do you know Dillards?”
“Yes. In Park Meadows?”
“Yes, Park Meadows. Where do you buy your bras?”
“Victoria’s Secret, usually.”
“Oh, no. I can’t wear those bras. Too flashy for an old woman like me!”
“I tried one of those new bras,” Audrey continued. “You know, the ones with no straps on them?”
“Strapless bras?” I clarified.
“Yes, strapless. I tried one of those and they are terrible! Do you wear any of those kind?”
“Yes, sometimes,” I said.
“Well, I hated them. My breasts don’t even fit in them! But, I suppose you can wear them. You’re so small chested.”