Do women get—” She used a word Elliot did not quite understand. “Tureen . . . stomachs?” he said. “Oh! Pot bellies? Well, some women kind of have them. Less than men, I guess.” Swift nodded triumphantly, her point made. “And men go”—she almost whispered the word—“bald.” She shook her head sadly. “The beauty of men is a sweet soft thing that passes all too soon, like a bird across the sky.”
