Sheena plodded down the stairs barefoot, her shiny bunions glinting in the cheap fluorescent light. “My boobs hurt,” she announced.
“That happens every month,” mumbled Luke, not looking up from his newspaper.
“It does not!” she retorted. “I think I'm perimenopausal.”
“At age 29?” he asked skeptically.
“Don't mansplain perimenopause to me!” she shouted.
“Okay,” he said, putting down the paper and walking over to embrace her.
“My boobs hurt,” she whispered.