“The indignities of age,” she said, sketching a vague gesture. “And if you think those are regrettable, you ought to see what has become of my bosom.” “Grandmama,” the younger woman said, but she was grinning outright and I smiled. “Gravity comes for us all in the end,” I remarked. The older woman gave a bark of laughter as she eyed my own décolletage. “Mind you enjoy those whilst you can. Make the most of them before they make their descent.”
