Chapter 41

I finished preparing the fruit salad. Before heading to the pool, I made a pitcher of margaritas, crushed some ice, salted edges of chilled glasses, and set off to the pool. I carried a bundle of things with me: the pitcher, a towel, bamboo bowls for the salad, matching flatware, napkins, a plastic bowl of fruit salad under my left arm, and half the kitchen.

Once arrived at the pool, to my surprise, just as he had said he would, he had an umbrella positioned over one of the Adirondack chairs for me. He was swimming in the pool, enjoying the cool water, carrying out a meticulous breaststroke to and fro for my viewing pleasure.

I sat down in the shaded chair, discreetly tilted my sunglasses upwards a bit to see his back and shoulders and bottom in the pool. He wasn’t wearing his trunks, not that I minded. I sipped at a margarita while enjoying his company and the show, kept to myself.