Scared.
Don’t be scared, honey. If you don’t like it, we won’t go swimming. Okay?
True?
True.
He again seemed to stand a little taller as he straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath, as though making a decision.
Surprisingly, he took my hand.
We walked across the carpeted floor and through the doorway to the room Jackson and I were staying in. Jackson was already dressed, had a towel over his shoulder and another towel for Tony
You ready to go swimming?Jackson asked.
Scared, mister
Oh? Why?
I don’t know.
It’s a heated pool. The water is really warm. You’ll like it. It’s good exercise.
Tony held my hand as we walked down the spacious hall toward the pool wing.
“Your house always makes me feel like I’m visiting a museum,” I said to Jackson.
“Just imagine what it was like growing up here,” he replied. “Every time I farted, the maid sprayed air freshener.”
I laughed.
“You think I’m kidding?”
“Poor little rich boy,” I said. “You must be horribly scarred.”