Janet is a terrible name.
My mother’s name was Janet.
And your mother had breast cancer.
Yeah, but don’t they all?
Yeah, but they still have breasts.
They do indeed.
They certainly do.
God, what a splendid thing!
You think God has breasts?
God doesn’t need breasts.
You think we need breasts?
To have and to hold.
To carve and re-mold.
I miss my mother.
I miss her, too.
She had a great laugh.
She had to put up with your dad.
That’s why she had four of us.