What if only your rich friends are beautiful? What if only they have exotic varieties of hydrangeas?   It’s so quiet you can hear a Prius A cup of tea with a gauzy helix of steam above it Floppy hats, identical bags in several colors Somali brownish gray maxi dresses with shadows in folds instead of patterns   Bees drop onto inconspicuous green flowers Giraffe markings tattooed on a shoulder   I’ve seen that expression before It doesn’t take long for it to decide to flee