I covered my breasts with lavender-scented shower gel before naming the left one Sarah and the right one Susan. I bought them the best Lycra brassieres and applied soothing body lotions on them. When they sulked and turned tender, I left them alone. When they were aroused, I asked my boyfriend to attend to them well.
Yesterday he told me Sarah seemed lumpy. The gynecologist said her days were numbered. My tears washed her that night as I mourned the impending loss of one of my best friends. Susan shuddered in fear, and I promised her I won’t let her go.