I stand, looking at Travis. The others are looking at me. I remind him of things. I make jokes. I put on a red dress, a blonde wig. Strange, but not a stranger. I try to take it too far. I sing. I do jumping jacks on the concrete. I put a paper bag over my head and decapitate the blonde.
We reminisce, drinking mint juleps. We all laugh. We all sigh… looking back.
It starts to rain.
People wanted to know why I sang part of “Losing My Religion.” Travis knew. People wanted to know what the blue M&M meant. Travis knew. People wanted to know what was up with the Tom Jones cover. Travis didn’t need to ask.