I’ve lost my bathing suit. I’ve worn it to every swim for at least four years. That’s a lot of swims. It was navy blue with neon straps. My signature suit. Four people, including Alex the lifeguard, have asked me where my cozzie is. “You’re wearing a new suit, Athena.” It’s not a new suit, but it is new to the community pool. It doesn’t belong there. It belongs on a beach in Cap Ferrat. But no suit feels as good as my Speedo did. It was a second skin. With neon straps. So, now I am on the hunt for a replacement. Shopping for suits in December is a horrible bore. And I’ve learned the hard way that buying suits online is a mistake. I’m considering a red suit. For a change.