Relaxing By The Pool
“Answer my question,” said Albie Rose, turning red – not a pretty sight, and he hadn’t been a pretty sight at his normal color, not in that tiny bathing suit. In my opinion, clothes are a very good invention, when it comes to humans. “How come you know so much about Tiffany three?” he asked Foster.
Foster and I climbed out of the pool. “Knowing her real name was Ethel?” said Foster. “It wasn’t a secret.” I went closer to Albie Rose – he smelled like cheese that had been left in the sun – and shook myself off. Water sprayed all over the place, glinting in the sun. There was a lot of beauty in life and it could pop up at any moment.
“Damn dog!” Albie Rose yelled, and raised his hand, like he was going to … hit me? The next thing I knew, before I could even growl, Bernie had grabbed his wrist. “Ow,” cried Albie. Bernie could move real fast when he wanted; also he could squeeze real hard, like now. There were a few more “ows.” Bernie didn’t let go until the look on Albie’s face said he knew what was what. We were partners, me and Bernie.
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