Chapter 14: Bicycling
12:39 P.M.
Following an hour of play in the sun and lake, Bernie admits that he has to do a check-in with Saul. Gillian says from her Adirondack chair on the pier, “He doesn’t own you, darling. I don’t see a leash fastened to your neck.”
“It’s my job,” Bernie says, climbs out of the lake, grabs a towel, and begins to dry off. “He’s paying my way to be here. I have to do this because I’m the man’s employee.”
I’m still in the lake, bobbing up and down, kicking my feet to stay afloat. The water is warm and soothing now. My stare concentrates on the dripping wet non-fiction writer who stands next to Gillian. Bernie looks like a God in the afternoon sun. Water drips down and over his hairy chest and trunk. His brown head of hair is now mussed, freshly swirled by the co
