I wondered if Hank Riley had put her up to this. Men tried to squeeze the women in their lives together, as if our common biology were enough to bond us. That’s what men never understood about women. It wasn’t enough just to have breasts to want to be together. We had minds, too. Men never saw the minds. They saw lumps and mounds, holes and crevasses. Places to stare, places to molest. Men were handsy that way. Tactile. I
