Her husband had left her; after thirty years. She hadn't seen it coming. With hindsight, she should have; without foresight, she didn't. Sharon, her closest friend, seemed unsympathetic. ‘You dress like a frump,’ she said, dismissing her abandoned friend with a wave of a perfectly manicured hand. She looked down past the generous swell of her breasts well covered by the puritanical floral dress, her hands clasped defensiv...