The Swimmer Page #3

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-Yeah.

Ned's just crazy about our pool.

I didn't skimp on it.

-I got a diatomaceous earth filter.

-Betty told me.

Filters out 99.99.99 percent...

-...of all solid matter.

-That's what Betty said.

She tell you about

the swing joints I got in there?

Spingon's pool split down the middle

three months after the guarantee.

-No swing joints.

-Ned doesn't know the Spingons.

Let me tell you about them.

-They're the kind of people who skimp.

-Just look at the colour of that sky.

I don't like the look of that cloud.

It's beautiful.

Like a dream city f rom the bow

of a ship. Lisbon, Naples, Istanbul.

Hackensack.

I'd like to see all those glistening

white domes and minarets.

First chance I get to get away,

I'll go sailing around the Golden Horn.

Why can't we travel more?

What f or? We've got everything

we want right here.

-How come you never put a pool in?

-Never got around to it.

That's too bad.

Helps the resale value.

I don't have to worry about

the resale value.

With a tennis court and the planting,

you'll get a lot more than you paid.

If I ever sell it.

-Right buyer has to come along.

-I want my girls to be married there.

Won't be long now. Our driveway

looked like a parking lot today.

Boys all over the place.

Hey, anybody home?

That must be Don and Helen with

the Forsburghs. Neddy, don't go away.

-Hi, Betty.

-So long, Ned.

Is Ned here?

-Mrs. Hammar, how are you?

-May I ask what you're doing here?

On my way home,

I thought I'd cool off.

Who gave you permission

to use the pool?

I'm Ned Merrill. Beautiful flowers.

I see Eric's put in the rock garden.

-You're not welcome here.

-You know me, don't you?

-I'm a f riend of your son.

-A f riend.

How dare you use that word!

You never came to see him.

You never even called him

at the hospital.

Well, how is he? Is he better?

Just one minute, Mr. Merrill.

This is my house now.

Don't you ever come here again.

Don't you ever set f oot

on my property again!

Hi, Mr. Merrill.

-Hi, Muffie.

-Mommy and Daddy are at the club.

-Think they'd mind if I swim?

-Of course not, help yourself.

-lt isn't Julie Ann Hooper?

-Yes, it is.

I can't believe it.

You're all grown up.

-How come we never see you?

-I guess you don't need me anymore.

We're always looking f or a babysitter.

Oh, Mr. Merrill!

-How about Sunday night? You busy?

-No.

Hired. You live in the same place?

-Yes, but...

-I'll pick you up at 7.

-You're putting me on.

-No, I'm not.

A babysitter! Ellen and Aggie

would have a fit if they heard you.

Mr. Merrill,

this is my brother, Vernon.

Your brother? But your brother was...

I sure liked that little red Jaguar

you used to have.

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