That’s Not Something You Hear Every Day #26

 

It was January 17, 2014.
“Hey, Jonathan, come here.” I sat at my desk reading over the email I had received from Katrina Thompson (nee West) of Kat West Beads.
He bounded over.
“This woman,” I pointed at her picture, “was diagnosed with two different types of cancer, she loved my book, and now wants to meet me. What’s freaking me out is, her maiden name is the same as the character in my unpublished novel—the one I wrote before I got cancer.“
“Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I answered. “She even has the same nickname.”
“That’s so weird.”
You’re telling me. Stuff like this happens all the time. I should be used to it by now. “Look,” I pointed again, “she worked in mammography for 21 years. That’s a long time. You know what that is, right? Mammograms?” I placed one hand in front of each breast (now that I have two again) and made a squeezing motion. “My first mammogram didn’t go so—”
“That’s a great job,” Jonathan interrupted.
“I know,” I responded without thinking and continued to babble. “So, anyway, we’re going to get together…”
He watched and waited. He knew me so well.
“Wait a minute, Jonathan.” It finally dawned on me what he meant. “Very funny. Actually, that is pretty funny.”
I don’t know what it is with men and their obsession with breasts, but apparently, both my sons have it.

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