"Think of all the lost heroines and explorers," Cleo mused.
        "I can't." Rose petulant, Rose restless.
        "Whyever not?" Elaine disdained.
        Rose couldn't bear Elaine's nose at that great height and at that steep angle. She snorted.

        "If we could think of them they wouldn't be lost, that's what Rose intends," Carrie entered with particular softness. She drew a length of milky voile through her fingers and set it aside. She preferred teats.
        Elaine paced. Her skirts rasped the floor.
        Rose wished for scissors to hack them away. She chewed her lip; she dug her nails into her palm.