Swimmer Playing Boxer

Rob left his phone on speaker in the hall. Lev's voice. My name.

Swimmer. He said swimmer playing boxer. He said it like a fact. Like the weather.

I walked past Rob. I held my hand up. I did not talk. I could not.

Lachie went to Northside. On Monday. He did not tell me. I just nodded.

I went home. The Manila envelope was on the counter where I left it. I picked it up. I read Dr Reyes's letter in the kitchen. I stood up the whole time. I folded it back. I put it back down.

I emailed Danny. Two words. Film me.

The thing I won't say to anyone. Maybe Lev is right. Maybe I am still swimming. I don't want him to be right. But I heard it. And now I can't forget it.