Chapter 18

The water is warm and refreshing, just as he thinks it will be. He holds his breath, keeps his mouth shut, and swims through the comforting stillness, bending his elbows and knees, kicking water behind him as if he is a fish, Michael Phelps, or a merman, relishing this time alone, and having the pool all to himself, without any hindrances of the world around him.

Eventually he surfaces for air, breaking through the calm water, and meets night. 25: What Toby Reads

10:11 P.M.

Toby dries off with a fluffy blue towel next to the pool. Head first, shoulders, chest, private parts, ass and back, and his legs. He places the towel over a chaise lounge that sits next to the pool, drying it out overnight, which might be a challenge since the humidity is so thick, and probably won’t break for the next few days. His cellphone beeps inside the house and he escapes the pool area, having every intention of fetching the device.

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