A careless man buys a vest.

My husband bought a vest and then stood at a counter adjusting the straps and checking the buckles for a brother who had said he wasn’t coming, because on the chance that he did come, Lucas was not going to hand him gear that had not been checked.

It was almost unbearable, how completely the detail was him.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I said slowly.

“He already had his own vest on the boat.