Chapter 14: BinocularsOnce I milked the headache away with a morning nap in a shaded area of the lake house, enjoying the wind, knowing that it was beyond a comfortable hour for me in the day for writing or editing, I thought of the pool boy down by the pool, working most of his day away, enjoying the heat and sun and water. How focused he was. How diligent regarding his task. The reason why I had hired him. The means of his weekly paycheck. How easy it was to visit him and praise his hard work, watching him.
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A day went by at the estate in his company.
Two days.
Three days.
On his fourth day of employment I visited him at the pool again. How marvelous the pool looked already, glowing and glimmering, a shiny mass of blue-blue water that curled in circular waves from the touch o
