:“I’m going home,” Arnie whined.“You punk!” José yelled. “Go inside and call 911.”Arnie said that they should leave him there.“Why should we get involved?”
“I was scrubbing the pool,” Arnie shouted, “and I said, ‘Mr. Clemens, you shouldn’t stand so close to the edge.’ But did he listen? No, he leaned over and ...Well, you can just imagine my horror.”
Arnie shut his mouth but opened it to lick loquat juice from his fingers. He kicked his legs against the swimming pool, bored. He looked around the backyard and spotted a lounge chair. He got up, dusting off the back of his pants, and threw himself into the cushions.Arnie immediately climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge, legs dangling.