We quickly got dressed. Dan Jackson was bigger and wider than both of us, especially Benny. His underwear fit me, socks, too. The T-shirt was baggy, but tucked inside the briefs, you couldn’t notice it. His jeans were two sizes too big, but my belt worked fine enough. Luckily, cuffed jeans were in fashion, and so cuffed them I did. I looked in the mirror. Apart from the long hair, I looked normal. I looked twenty-three. I didn’t look homeless on the outside; the inside was another matter entirely.
Benny went commando. He swam in the briefs. The socks were about the only thing that fit. Dan had one other T-shirt. Benny swam in that, too. Dan had a pair of shorts. They came down to Benny’s knees. The T-shirt got tucked inside. Luckily, Benny still had his belt. That worked fine.
“It’ll do
