Christian yelled out the window around seven-fifteen.
Can you guys keep it down?
Because with a mighty scream, I went booking across the backyards and jumped into the pool. I won the race, as I'm even lighter when I haven't eaten breakfast yet and have always been a fast runner. All Lochlan had to do was grab his unicycle from the garage and he would have been there an hour before me.
Also someone forgot to turn the pool heater up and my whole body went into space-horror-movie cryofreeze before my feet touched the bottom of the pool.
I surfaced still screaming. I drank too much water on the way back up. My stomach is going to hurt something fierce later on. It will anyway when four o'clock rolls around.
Lochlan surfaced swearing, just as Christian's window opened.
Sorry, we call. It's cold.
Andrew appears behind Christian and Lochlan pokes me very gently in the back when we see him at the same time.
We'll be quiet! Go back to sleep, guys.
And so we commence our whispery early morning swim. It's already fifteen degrees and sunny and so we're going to take advantage. Besides, we have to get everything out of the way early today. Today the final Ringling Bros. circus performance is being livestreamed online. We're going to watch it all. I had an offer to go in person but I didn't want to ugly-cry through what should be a happy event so I will do that in the comfort of my theatre. We'll hook the computer up to the projector and watch it on the big screen.
It's the end of an era, and I'm sad it's over. This is the one show everyone aspired to end up in, and now I never will.
Ah well, Peanut. It's all good. We did a lot of shows too.
Not over forty-eight thousand of them.
Maybe four hundred and eighty, all told.
Yeah.
Seasons change, Bridge. But he has tears in his eyes when he says it.
Don't be sad, Locket.
Naw, it's just the water. I've made my peace already.
I don't buy that for a minute. If ever anyone was made for that life and so terribly uncomfortable in this one, it's Lochlan. Maybe that's the reason we didn't go. Not because I will ugly-cry but because he will.
