" You are different from what I’m used to, little one. Different from the little kid I remember,” he said as we started eating our dinner in a comfortable silence. “Different how?” “I don’t know yet.” I thought about it for a minute, then in a conversational tone said, “Maybe it’s the boobs?” Choking on his food, he coughed for a good minute while I sat there serenely, looking straight ahead. At last, in a strangled voice, he said, “Yeah. It might be the boobs. "
― Ella Maise , To Love Jason Thorn