Adam closed his eyes, slinging his arm to cover part of his face from the sun. Jojo and Roger swam laps in the pool while Jizelle lay next to him on her own lounger, having put her book down. He had expected Jizelle to pepper him with questions, a sort of mini interrogation, but other than asking how he liked it in the Philippines and he had tried any exotic dishes, they talked mostly about the history of the club, and about Jojo and Roger.
“I guess they’ll be doing a lot more laps,” Jizelle said, “until Roger quits and gives in.”
“Jojo always wins?”
“In swimming, yes. Roger’s a good swimmer, but Jojo’s been swimming since he was two. We used to have a pool at the house.”
“Yes, I saw that. Now it’s a rose garden. Was there a reason that the family doesn’t have a pool anymore?” Adam ask
