“Don’t be silly,” said Ben, taking it from her hands and placing it in a box marked Sell. “We need every cent from the yard sale.”
“I need this house,” said Anna hating that they were selling their seaside home for a cramped flat in the middle of the city.
“Don’t be silly. We need to be near the hospital,” said Ben.
“I need these breasts,” sobbed Anna, dreading her upcoming surgery. Ben gave her a tight hug.
“Don’t be silly. You’ll still be my Anna without them.”