GC casually addressed his comment to me and went back to emailing on his iPhone. I glanced down. Somehow, during my nap, a quarter of my boob had indeed managed to work itself free from both my shirt and bra.
Oh, I said and quickly tried to tuck it back in its home, but I was not fast enough, as GC’S FRIEND ON THE COUCH looked over and yelled! “Ha! Nipple too.”
I was kind of embarrassed because in the way it escaped, it also looked weird. I said as much to GC. To my horror, he agreed. “It kind of looked like a horn” he said, and once again turned back to his phone.
Not even sure what that meant, I looked at him with face that just said ‘really?’ and then tried to put my toes in his mouth as that was my only immediate means of retaliation.
I wasn’t so mad though because its not the first time I was been told my breast is hanging out while casually relaxing at home.
It was around 1994 and my brother, sister and I were in a furious Nintendo battle, the kind in which you try to make a three-player game out of a two-player one and someone is bound to lose their turn for a long stretch of time. I was wearing my favorite pajamas, a soft cotton replica of a Florida Marlins jersey, complete with V-neck shirt and matching shorts, in bright teal with white pin stripes.
I was in the middle of a glorious run as Luigi, if memory serves, when my sister turned to me. “Lia, your boob is hanging out,” she said and then turned back around.
"HA!" I guffawed, impressed with her cleverness to try and distract me away from the game. "Nice try." And I deftly jumped over a Koopa troop.
My brother swiveled to me, then back to the screen. “No, it is,” he said matter of factly.
"You two are idiots," I replied but then realized his eyes had indeed focused on something momentarily. I looked down. The V-neck of the shirt had shifted and my entire right boob was completely exposed.
I yelled and of course, in the moment I took to adjust my shirt back, something hit me and I died. My brother and sister laughed in the maliciously joyful way only brothers and sisters can.
I hiked the pajamas so the V was around my neck and angrily awaited my next turn for more than a half hour.