“We were out walking with Jenna last evening. A gal in the neighborhood ran past us. After she passed Bart mentioned that she should get better support. I was ready to hit him before he finished the sentence. He was holding himself and said, “It hurts just watching that.” I can remember when he would have enjoyed it.”

Dave laughed, “There was a time I did too. But I know the feeling. It sort of hurts just watching.”

Bart chimed in, “I’m just glad my belly doesn’t swell. I am not sure I could handle that.”

“You would if you had to.” Lynn responded. “You know I really disliked you when I met you. You always seemed to be measuring every girl you looked at. Maybe I was wrong.”

“No. You were nearly right. I probably didn’t do it to every girl, but I did to most. Every time I see someone checking my bust line I remember that is what I did to women. It is humbling. I can’t even get mad at them.”

When they left Dave hugged Lynn. “I can’t have the surgery. He is right. What if something went wrong.”

“Do you really want to have breasts the rest of your life?”

“Do I want to? If I could say abracadabra and they went away, I probably would, but after we go out of the baby business. He is right. A double mastectomy has risks and there are some possible residuals.”

“But I want you to be, I want the best for you.”

“I know. And I want the best for me, you and the family.”

“You didn’t say Danny, Leah and Laura. Why?”

“Because I am not sure I don’t want to have another. But I don’t think.” He was going to say he didn’t think she would want to have another.

“Let’s wait a couple months and see what happens.”