Chapter 5

“Come on where?” I hollered back.

“We’re fixin’ to go to the pool.”

“Fixin’…” It was one of those words we Watsons used a lot. Though we lived in New York, our parents had both grown up in the south. When they moved north for work, they brought some of the vernacular with them.

“What pool?” And why did she sound so pissed, as if she’d called me fourteen times when I was pretty sure it had only been once?

“They’re opening the pool today, idiot.”

Oh yeah—the pregnancy.

She appeared in my doorway, blocking the sunlight from the hallway window. “Hurry your ugly ass up!”

“What pool?” I asked again, despite her mood.

Julius stood behind her in trunks and no shirt. His skin was flawless, and his chest muscles were well-developed and tight. When I got to the hallway, Devon was out there too, in the same state of half-dress. Apparently they both knew what pool. Unlike Julius’s, Devon’s boyish dark-toned belly stuck out as round as our sister’s.