“Watch this excellence.” I put one foot in front of the other and start walking, my legs wobbling while I lose balance and nearly crash into the island chairs, causing Breaker to roar with laughter. “Okay, sure, you’re not drunk.” “That’s not my fault,” I say as I take another deep breath. “It’s not? Then who’s operating your legs?” “Me, but . . . it’s my bra’s fault,” I say. “It’s constricting the blood from reaching my toes, and that’s what makes it hard to walk.” “Wow, that’s quite the scientific reasoning.” “Well, you try walking with a bra,”
