“There was a picture of you with his things. I found it years later, when I took stuff out of storage.”
“That’s sweet. A snapshot from the seventies, huh?” She chuckled. “God, what was I wearing?”
I shook my head “no,” and Vicky caught my meaning and blushed.
I'm also very pleased that I lucked into finding the perfect image to place here in conjunction with my story announcement:
Thanks, O&C! (And Kiwi.)