I wore her old gym shorts to work out in today. Back in the locker room, gathering my clothes with my headphones on a friendly girl exclaims “Oh! Did you go to the naval academy? My brother went there!” I explained no, it wasn’t me, but my friend went there, and these are my friend’s shorts.
Our exchange was over and I’m sure she thought nothing more of it but as I walked out, I couldn’t help but feel a little strange. There was no reason for our conversation to continue, but it did in my head. “Why do you have you friend’s shorts? What’s she up to now?”
I guess the point of this is that every now and then there are reminders, and it still hurts.