Chapter 52: SurvivalTacoma pulled me out of the pool, pumped my chest clear of water by using CPR, and filled my lungs with air. He saved me on that wicked morning from Katz’s tyranny. I spat up water and felt my head spin.
Above me I listened to Tacoma, “Breathe, God damn you! Breathe. Just f*****g breathe. That’s all I want. That’s all I need. Just breathe. Because if you don’t, I’ll die.”
During those seconds (or minutes, I’m not even clear to this day how much time passed) as Tacoma pumped my chest with his palms, placed his lips over my lips, and pushed water away from my eyes and mouth, and away from my nose, I believed I had passed into a dreamlike state of bliss where there were chiseled mermen—My life was always about mermen, wasn’t it? I thought so. Always.—circled my body, kis
