“I’m having flashbacks.”

“Sorry. Just a second–”

Pause.

“I’m having ninth grade flashbacks.”

“Late bloomer?”

“Not as late as you, apparently–”

“Shut up.”

“I know you don’t really need it, but you’ve worn one of these before. Right? Ever?”

“Shut up, Rose!”

“You’re wearing one now.”

“Shut up! It’s backwards to me, I have trouble–”

“It’s not backwards.”

“Yes it is.”

“Not to you.”

“Yes, because–”

“Imagine like you’re putting it on around your tummy, okay? Before you turn it around and hook the straps over your shoulders.”

“Is that how you do it?”

“Is that not how you do it?”