There’s a pink lump of clothing on the overhead rack (no pun intended!) of my commuter train. It’s someone else’s and it’s the same color as one of my Victoria’s Secret bras at home. A funny little thought flashed through my head, “I have 35 bras.” How do I know this? A friend and I were packing my things so I could move last year and she said in all of her thin, splendid whiteness, “Damn, Girl, how many bras to you have? I laughed then though, Yeah how many do I have?? 35. I have 35. How many do you have?