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It was a quarter past 1:00 on a Saturday afternoon, and by all accounts, the pool should have been packed. The only thing keeping the pool from reaching its maximum occupancy was the rain. Typical of the Midwest, it had rained off and on all day. And at the moment, it was ‘on’.
Heather and a few patrons stood under the shelter, watching the pool fill up with rain water. She kept checking her watch, keeping an eye on the time. Eventually it would stop again. She was more concerned with the number of people that were asking her when they would be allowed to swim. She considered herself pretty patient. But after a while, it got annoying.
“Listen. You’re not the first person to ask me. Nobody gets in the water until it stops raining.”
Max inadvertently groaned, as she moved to stand beside her under the shelter. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her hands rubbing against them in an attempt to keep herself warm. She’d picked a fabulous day to not bring a jacket. However, Hawkins had proved to be unpredictable... in more ways than just the sad excuse of the weather. It were the days like these where the skater had brief nostalgia over California.
“I’m not wanting to swim. I’m looking for Billy. Tall, mullet... never wears a shirt?”
