Last week I went to Washington, D.C. and visited friends and family. It was a great trip; I saw my son and daughter-in-law, my granddaughter and my old friends. I’ve known my friends since the fifties when we all lived in Berkeley, California.
I played a little trick on them. Ten years ago I had a mastectomy. Most of the time since then I’ve been wearing sports bras for comfort. But recently I bought some new t-shirts from LL Bean in fresh spring-like colors. I didn’t want the black straps of the sports bras showing–ug! So I got out my old fake breast and the bra that goes with it and wore it to Washington.
Of course I expected some response, a start, a stare, a discrete question.
Nothing.
Hmmmm. And worst of all: nobody noticed that I’d lost a half pound or two.
Now they know it!