Chapter 23: SleepingThe pool boy’s stay continued and the summer became cooler, but only for a day or two. With the air less humid and without the sun boiling and barbequing West End, a rainstorm arrived. Thundering noises and pitter-pattering sounds performed an enchanting play overhead.
In passing, while fetching laundry from the second floor folding room, I found Tacoma’s bedroom door unlocked and ajar on one of those cool afternoons. As soon as I saw the three inches of the pool boy’s door open I moved up to the door and began to slowly inhale, exhale, captivated by the young and naked man napping inside on his bed.
He lay curled up and in a ball on his left side with his legs tucked underneath him, sleeping. I couldn’t see his face, but imagined his nostrils moving as he breathed. I
