Chapter 27: Stick FigureAt the pool again. Both of us. The place where Tacoma belonged. And the place where I wanted to be. We didn’t talk about the day before and his “b***r” episode in Bernie’s Books. The uncomfortable topic was never brought up. Instead, life went on as usual at the lake house. The pool boy swam in the pool and I watched him. I guess it was how things were supposed to be between us. Normalcy.
I sat with The Next Fall on my lap, but couldn’t work. Tacoma consumed my time. He resembled a beautiful, gliding fish within the blue-blue pool. A merman with velocity and underwater spirit, magical powers. My Neptune. He looked smaller under the water, sliding through the glistening surface of the pool’s water, such a handsome man with glistening and glowing and wet muscles. My
