<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she sees farther yet different than than I do … our relationship has been so … so … I can’t even say … the first thing we confront in the lingerie department is sizes … everything is metric … so Kimmie and Tangie and I spend some time with tape measures and size charts and a helpful clerk to learn our sizes for underpants and bras … we each end up with a tip sheet … Huguette and Ulla seem to be giggling at us … stick my tongue out at them …<br/><br/>… but we walk away from the department with armloads of packages of panties and a half doze bras … wear them so seldom but sometimes tops need then … off to blouses and dresses and skirts and .. I try on a few tops to confirm my sizes … then select a dozen … Ulla brings up carts for each of us … big smile! …<br/><br/>… on to dresses … I pass … and on to outerwear … choose a double breasted pea coat and knitted cap I can pull over my ears … Boston cold may be little different from here … but that’s my reference … will deal with worse or less as the winter emerges …<br/><br/>… and I’m done … watch Kimmie deliberate over the finals … </em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Just pick something Kimmie. Or not. We’ll come back for what we forget and as we figure out what we need.”</span></span><br/>