... with Beloved this morning. I sat in the waiting room of the all-breasts-all-the-time place, which was, predictably, pretty girly. I read this completely amazing short story in the New Yorker. It's a good thing it was so absorbing and long, because she was in there for an hour and fifteen minutes.
She came out playing, playful, peeking from behind doors and pillars. They took several more views with a mammogram, and also an ultrasound.
And now we wait a little longer.