A blue oval surrounded by four feet of pink concrete walkway sits in the middle of a rectangle of very green, very short grass. A six-foot wooden fence borders three sides of the rectangle. The blue oval pool is the only feature in the small back yard of a light earth tone stucco track home with a matching lightweight concrete roof. Two boys lay flat and straight, taking shallow breaths so as not to disturb their balance on top of the water. A large, recently washed and brushed, white dog sits next to the pool her pink tongue hanging out of her mouth as she waits to be invited in.
“I could do this for about a week,” I break the silence while looking up at the pure blue sky.
“It is a good thing Jimmy,” Ricky states without even a hint of disagreement.
“So what do you want to do now?” My back arches slightly making up for the change in balance cause by the intake of air needed to speak.
“We could see if Mr. Alan has any new comic books in,” Ricky turns over in the water and wiggles a finger at Sally. She understands and dives into the pool, they both head for the bottom and wrestle their way back to the surface. All the commotion causes me to sink and I have to paddle to right myself in the water.