"Well, at least you can laugh at your own failures," Brooke replied. She was standing a few feet away from Bobbi, huddled in a forest green cashmere wrap dress and a cropped fur coat. Her cheeks were rosy from the coolness of the day, and there was a look of mild disdain on her face. There was really no reason for it, but there it was. "Hopefully you can keep it up for the rest of your life."