I found myself wondering whether Charmian was back with Jorge yet. Maybe she’d be cooking something for him, one of the fish we "catch" as they’re released into our hands from cages on the pool bottoms. I imagined the smell of frying fish, closed my eyes, and imagined Charmian wading in the shallow water, bright drops beading on her thighs, long-legged girl in a fish-pond in Heaven.