"I’m not suggesting you go under the knife. Just some light laser for the sun damage and fine lines, implants to plump out your cheeks, some alpha hydroxy acid creams. A derm can handle that. Just come with me the next time I go. You, too, A?”
Anna jumped. “Me?” she all but shrieked. “You think I look old?”
“Mmmm.” Allie leaned in, undressing Anna’s face with her eyes. “Hardly old. You have such good bone structure. Still . . . maybe a zap of Botox for the crease between your eyes, laser for those lip lines, and a touch of filler to get rid of the marionette lines.”
Anna forced a laugh. Jesus, she thought, just what I need . “You’re making me sound like Grandma Moses! I don’t have marionette lines!”
Allie ran her right index finger lightly from the left corner of Anna’s mouth toward her chin. “They’re not bad, but they do scream ‘Fifty- plus!”
“Gawd, we should have had two bottles of wine,” Jan said tiredly. “I think I’m depressed now.”
And now, I think I'm depressed. Time for a glass of wine.