You complete me

- George, says Candace, you complete me. When I think of you, my legs turn to mush. I think this is an odd metaphor, but I assume Candace meant to say that her heart turns to mush. Immediately, she loses her balance and I run and embrace her. – What is wrong? I ask. – My legs, she murmurs. I lift up her dress to see her two giant legs, swollen and almost blue in places. – Relieve them, she says. Oh please God relieve them. She hands me a thin knife. – Just a simple incision, she says, up the inner thigh. Reluctantly, I take the knife and place it on her thigh. I push the blade against her skin. Instantly, the leg splits open, and inside is nothing but a noxious green and brown mush.