The morning after the bombing I stand on the stage of the dressmaker, as if I’m the only one on earth, as she narrows the skirt I bought on Amazon so it doesn’t look as dumpy, and nips in the waist to show what I have never had, and I am a goddess.  The girl after me is having a skimpy wedding dress altered.  And I  remembered what a Czech soldier answered when I asked him why the girls in Prague wear such short skirts in the cold.  “Because the men are so drunk they need as much as you can give them to notice you.”  And we’re maybe that way too.   So we have to get sexier and sexier to be noticed.  To continue the species…

Nah, it’s the opposite here – the more danger, the hornier people get.  The transparency of the wedding gown is going to make this wedding that much more distracting.

I think I need a new bathing suit.