WINTER
I stand by the pool watching Olivia thrash around in the water like an angry cat that fell off a yacht. Her hair is plastered to her head, and black mascara streams down her cheeks in perfect little rivers of karma.
This is the most beautiful thing I've seen all day.
At first, she tries to swim to the edge like nothing happened.
I stand there, arms crossed, enjoying the show. "Swim faster, princess. The chlorine might ruin your spray tan."
But then I see Mike, strolling toward the pool.
Olivia spots him at the exact same moment I do. And what happens next should win her every acting award that exists.
She stops swimming completely. Just stops. Then she starts flailing around like she's never seen water before in her entire privileged life.
"Help me!" she sc
