Chapter 10: The First Day of the Water
The pool was finished on a Wednesday, eighteen days after the crew first arrived.
Sal called me out to look at it before he and his team packed up.
The water was in.
The fittings were checked.
The lining was new.
The steps curved exactly as they always had.
And the tiles were the color of an ocean in a photograph of somewhere in Greece.
"It's right," I said.
"Your husband built a good shell," Sal said.
"Made our job easier."
After they left, I stood at the edge for a long time by myself.
Then I went inside and told the kids.
They were in the pool within four minutes.
Rosie went in first, straight off the steps, no hesitation.
Sophie and Ben followed.
Daniel sat on the edge for a moment, feet in the water, looking at the tiles.
Then he slid in.
I sat in the chair by the fence — the same chair I had been sitting in the afternoon Katherine first walked through the gate — and I watched them.
They weren't loud.
They were just swimming.
The way they always had.
Katherine came to the fence that afternoon.
She stood at the gate and looked at the pool and at the kids in it.
She didn't come through.
She just stood there.
I walked over.
"It's beautiful," she said quietly.
"Yes," I said.
She looked at the tiles.
"That color."
"He drove to four suppliers to find it," I said.
She was quiet for a moment.
"Gary's meeting with the DA next week.
His new attorney says the cooperative disclosure will help.
But there will still be consequences."
"I know," I said.
"He's not fighting it," she said.
"He said he's done fighting things he knows are wrong."
I nodded.
"I don't know what happens to us after this," she said.
"To our marriage.
To the business.
I don't know what's left."
"That's something only you two can work out," I said.
She looked at Rosie, who was floating on her back with her eyes closed, arms wide, completely at peace.
"She looks like she belongs in that water," Katherine said.
"She does," I said.
"They all do."
Katherine put her hand on the fence post.
Not reaching through.
Just resting there.
"I'm going to find someone to talk to," she said.
"A counselor.
About the picking.
About all of it." She paused.
"I should have done it years ago."
"Probably," I said.
"But now is fine too."
She almost smiled.
It was small and uncertain, but it was real.
She said goodbye and walked back across the yard to her house.
I returned to my chair.
The afternoon light was coming in low and it caught the water and turned it gold and blue-green at the same time, and the kids moved through it the way kids do when they are completely happy and completely unaware of it, which is the best way to be happy.
I thought about Tom.
I thought about the three weekends of measurements and the four suppliers and the photograph of Greece he had never visited.
I thought about how he had built something that lasted.
Something that concrete couldn't permanently fill and grief couldn't permanently cover and a neighbor's anger couldn't take away.
I thought about Patrice walking into that office with a recording and eleven years of doing things right.
I thought about Gary sitting at my kitchen table saying, not everyone does it.
I thought about Daniel laughing in the sun.
The water caught the light.
Rosie called out from the pool: "Mama, watch!"
She went under and came back up grinning, water streaming down her face, completely delighted with herself.
"I saw," I said.
"Did you see the whole thing?"
"Every bit of it," I said.
She went under again.
I leaned back in my chair, in the yard my husband had shaped with his own hands, and I watched my children swim.
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Some things get filled in.
But if they were built right, they're still there underneath — waiting to be restored.
Have you ever had someone try to take something meaningful from you, only to find it made you stronger in the end?
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