I picked up the bra from the bottom of the boat. “We can salvage this. Tie it back together.” Gertie turned her back to us and slipped the bra into place while Ida Belle worked on tying the back into a knot. Gertie grunted as she stretched the fabric to its limit, finally managing to get a small knot. Gertie turned around and we couldn’t help laughing. It was so tight it had her chest not far from her chin. “Maybe pull it down all over,” I said. Ida Belle adjusted and Gertie looked down and sighed. “I look like a white trash dirty movie.” I pulled a life jacket from the storage bench and
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