Lipstick and Cleavage

At age five we had Passover at Grandma and Grandpa's Brighton Beach apartment. I was horrified by my Aunties bending down to pinch my cheeks. I was sure that their cleaved bosoms were going to engulf me. When I looked up I noticed that Aunt Charlotte's fire engine red lipstick exceeded her lip line and she had a pale wart on her chin. I also remember the matzoh ball placed on each soup plate was the size of a softball.