2002-06-24 5:02 p.m. When I was younger, many years ago, our next door neighbors had a pool. There were two brothers, each the same age as I and my brother. Whenever we could, we begged for invitations to come over, don swim trunks, and float to the bottom of the deep end to spend time with their naiad. She wasn't like in the books my father had, not even the ones that were all pictures of men in hats with horns bearing swords and killing scaly things while women wearing nothing cowered against walls or clung to manly legs. No, she was domesticated, bred for backyard swimming pools, fat, lazy, and only willing to tell us a few jokes, the same jokes over and over again. An example: What kind of fruit can you only get to eat after you've stayed in the water too long? Prune hands! That joke was always followed with a lunge at us children that would send the air bursting out of our lungs in fright as we paddled for the surface. The restraints that came with the naiad kept her pinned safely below and she'd soon go back to sleep because of the chlorine anyway. The weather is turning warm again here in California. There's no pool here, so sometimes I take cool baths, my head under the waterline, waiting for the punchline. |
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