C4 antho - Chamber Four
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~264~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology them, there in the food court just outside the Mongolian barbeque: “I love catching these guys. Gives me a boner.” On the patio, Darla said, “Great, Trevor.” She’d already gotten into a fight with Jon earlier that summer about Trevor going to a Hooters in the desert. Trevor shrugged, his shoulders already burnt deep red. “Those helicopters,” he said, his accent vaguely reminding Darla of Frank Sinatra. “Some jobs have great perks.” “There!” Mandy said, standing her baby up on the concrete and toddling her towards Trevor. “Who’s my baby?” Trevor scooped up the little girl and swung her over his head, walking her into the shallow end of the pool. Mandy leaned her hips out and picked up a wet dinosaur sponge from the pavement. She said, “Be careful.” Her wide white thighs caught the sun, her skin almost glowing. Trevor waved an arm, “Don’t worry. The diaper alone could keep her afloat.” Mandy smiled at Darla a smile that said One day you’ll know what I’m going through. “Did you get enough to eat?” she said. “There’s wings in the kitchen.” Darla touched her middle, which felt like a void, which felt like static or white noise. “Good,” she said. “But thanks.” “OK,” Mandy said, heading back into the cool of the house. “I trust you,” she called out to Trevor, then shut the sliding glass door behind her. Jon ran a finger down Darla’s arm. “Does it hurt?” he said. “No.” “Want a sip of my beer, Darla? Might relax you.” “It said no alcohol.” “One sip isn’t going to do anything.”
Pool ~265~ She put her hand on his wrist. The package said the success rate was 99%. It was a sure thing. And besides, she didn’t know if that one time had really been enough anyway. “Just stop,” she said. Her throat dried up. The cooler hung open under the shadow of the house, green and brown bottle necks pushing through the ice. Only root beer left in cans or cream soda that made Darla sick. “I’ll be back,” she told Jon, who had taken off his sandals and dangled hairy legs in the blinding white-blue water. Trevor floated the baby on a raft tour of the outer edges of the pool. He pointed out the pump to her and the water filter and the black widow spider web under the diving board. “Putting on your swimsuit?” Jon said. Trevor looked over at her. “The water feels great,” he said. “Come in and join us.” Darla reached a hand into the pool, which was warmer than she’d expected. “A little later,” she said, knowing that she wouldn’t, that she hated others seeing her in her swimsuit. * * * * The kitchen had that familiar avocado-green tinge, the orange linoleum curling at the edges, the reminder that this was all new in the ’70s. Darla already knew where everything was. She and Jon were house-sitters there a couple of months before, taking the cocker spaniels out to pee, sleeping in the master bedroom which was the only bedroom, swimming naked in the pool and then having sex on a couch covered in dog hair. Darla knew the kitchen had enough snack food to supply a small convenience store. She thought of the bright packages as bags of chemicals, preserving each other, as though they were something worth preserving.
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Pool ~265~<br />
She put her hand on his wrist. The package said the success<br />
rate was 99%. It was a sure thing. And besides, she<br />
didn’t know if that one time had really been enough anyway.<br />
“Just stop,” she said. Her throat dried up.<br />
The cooler hung open under the shadow of the house,<br />
green and brown bottle necks pushing through the ice. Only<br />
root beer left in cans or cream soda that made Darla sick.<br />
“I’ll be back,” she told Jon, who had taken off his sandals<br />
and dangled hairy legs in the blinding white-blue water.<br />
Trevor floated the baby on a raft tour of the outer edges of<br />
the pool. He pointed out the pump to her and the water filter<br />
and the black widow spider web under the diving board.<br />
“Putting on your swimsuit?” Jon said.<br />
Trevor looked over at her. “The water feels great,” he<br />
said. “Come in and join us.”<br />
Darla reached a hand into the pool, which was warmer<br />
than she’d expected. “A little later,” she said, knowing that<br />
she wouldn’t, that she hated others seeing her in her swimsuit.<br />
* * * *<br />
The kitchen had that familiar avocado-green tinge, the<br />
orange linoleum curling at the edges, the reminder that this<br />
was all new in the ’70s. Darla already knew where everything<br />
was. She and Jon were house-sitters there a couple of<br />
months before, taking the cocker spaniels out to pee, sleeping<br />
in the master bedroom which was the only bedroom,<br />
swimming naked in the pool and then having sex on a couch<br />
covered in dog hair. Darla knew the kitchen had enough<br />
snack food to supply a small convenience store. She thought<br />
of the bright packages as bags of chemicals, preserving each<br />
other, as though they were something worth preserving.