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Marla calls our narrator. She thinks she's found a lump in her breast, and she wants him to check it. He goes over there, hoping she'll forgive him for boiling her mother's fat if he does. Not sure that's a fair trade.
In her room, he tells her about a wart he had on his penis and a birthmark on his foot that doctors thought might have been a new kind of cancer.
Bonding over cancer doesn't quite make Marla feel better. So he tells her a story about his grandmother and her mastectomy.
But mastectomy stories are not going to make Marla feel better about maybe having breast cancer, either.
So he tells her one more story. This one is about a woman who was married to a mortician. Turns out he only wanted to sleep with her if she was cold and completely still. Yikes.
We don't get to hear if this story cheered up Marla or not. Honestly, it could have gone either way.