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these procedures. He explained the whole process to me, including any possible complications. I have a list of happy patients that I intend to contact. And yes, I asked those very questions that you just bombarded me with. He makes sure they will be of the same size and properly positioned.”
    “But you never know. Things happen—” Ali tries to appeal, but Caroline interrupts her.
    “I have actually done my homework. I spent two months researching the doctors and the procedures. I know more about breast implants than I know about how the damn Swiss cheese is made, despite eating it all the time.”  
    Jena and Ali have puzzled looks on their faces. It was the Swiss cheese comparison.  
    I say, somehow stupidly, “I didn’t know you ate cheese all the time. You know how much fat and salt is in that stuff?”
    Caroline looks at me as if I traded three quarters of my IQ for a box of tampons. But Ali and Jena are nodding in agreement. I know Ali eats cheese with everything, from her favorite burgers to pasta to some greasy cheese curls. But I’m not about to point that out.  
    “Ugh,” Caroline grunts unhappily. “Would you just for once let me do what I want, you guys?”
    “But sweetie—” I try, but she doesn’t let me finish.
    “This is what always happens: I want to do something so badly, but the three of you, freakin’ Fates, always have to shut me down with your reasoning.”  
    “Is that a correlation to Greek mythology?” I ask, trying to decide if she just insulted us or not.  
    “She means the Three Weird Sisters in Macbeth.” Jena clanks her bottle with mine, winking. “The prophecy bitches.”  
    “Oh, oh!” Ali says excitedly. “Do you remember the Orson Welles’s adaptation? The witches were these Haitian voodoo—”
    The buzzer from downstairs disrupts Ali’s animated recollection. She looks at Caroline, “Are we expecting boys?”
    “Yeah. One. Probably a pimply sixteen-year-old. Not your type, I hope. Pizza’s here.” I get up and march to let the delivery boy in.  
    We drop the subject of Caroline’s implants for now, and instead indulge in eating the greasy goodness called pizza. Jena tells us about her date with Jeff, her sex buddy. Jeff attends some of the same classes at the UW as Jena. They’d met a few months earlier, but remained good friends until recently—after Jena broke up with the latest psycho boyfriend.
    “You and Ali are probably doing it right,” Caroline says around a bite of pizza. “No attachments, no jealously, no control freak boyfriends. But I don’t think I could do that. I fall for them too easily. It wouldn’t work.”
    “It would, if you weren’t expecting anything in return, just great sex and friendship. I mean, you gotta be friends with the guy, really like him… you know, like a good friend,” Ali explains. “Brian and I can watch TV, play chess, walk his dog, you name it. We don’t have to end up in bed if we just want to hang out. Although we always end up in bed.” She smirks. “But the point is, this is temporary, and we both know it. If one of us finds someone else… not another sex buddy, but someone to actually have a relationship with, there is no drama. We agreed to it. And we know what to expect from each other.”  
    “Still, I’m not built this way.” Caroline sighs.  
    I wash down a piece of my pizza with a long swig of beer. “I’m not either. So you and I get screwed in life, while Ali and Jena have fun.”
    “It’s all in your mind, girls.” Jena licks her fingers and reaches for her third slice of pizza. “You need to snap out of the teenage mentality—first love is the only love, crap like that. Take your life by the horns, or whatever that saying is, you know?”
    Of course Ali wouldn’t be Ali if she didn’t seize the opportunity to turn the discussion into something to laugh about. She makes her fingers into straight horns by her temples, forces the air three times through her nose, and