Nothing was going to keep me from the shimmering blue water. Nothing. The thermometer on the white washed club house wall read 102 degrees and it wasn’t yet 11 am out. No one else was in the water. The pool was mine. I kicked off my sandals and was about to take the plunge.
the actual pool
“Where’s your badge?”
“Excuse me?”
“Do you have a badge?”
A woman of about 70, blonde, wearing shorts and a blue blouse, walked toward me. She looked like a typical resident at my mom and stepdad’s retirement community in Santa Clarita. It was now 103. I just had to get into that water.
