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 “boner” 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
