She wished she hadn’t bothered with the regular-person bra, the only not-sports-or-nursing bra she owned, which was ridiculous because she’d stopped breastfeeding two years ago and was not remotely athletic, but her nursing bras were just more comfortable; she should at least be allowed to be comfortable if they were going to persist like this, suffer the indignity of what had become of their dialogue without two sharp smiles of underwire digging into her sides.
