Rick and I were eating at a restaurant in Grenoble. I noticed all the youngish women (anyone under 50) and said, "They all have two breasts and their hair."
I wasn't jealous. I just knew that they didn't appreciate breasts and hair, any more than I had before they lopped off the breast and chemo decided bald was beautiful. It was more an observation.
He didn't say much. Then as we were walking back to the car to complete our trip to Geneva, he pointed out this poster. "You may not have your hair and only one breast, but she has only one eye."
I giggled the rest of the way to the parking lot.
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