Chapter 10 - One Normal Day
Two weeks later, Caleb asked if we could go back to the pool.
I was at the sink rinsing Lily's bottles. I turned off the water.
"The same hotel?"
"Yeah." He was leaning on the counter, trying to sound like it didn't matter. "It was a good pool. And you said the manager was nice."
"He was."
"So can we?"
I dried my hands. Lily was in her bouncer on the kitchen floor, studying the little mobile above her like it was the most serious thing in the world.
"Let me call ahead," I said.
I phoned Mr. Reyes that afternoon. He remembered my name before I finished saying it.
"Mrs. Bennett. I'm glad you called. How are you and the kids?"
"We're okay," I said. "Caleb wants to come back. I wanted to make sure that would be all right."
"More than all right. You are always welcome here — I want you to know that." A short pause. "And I want you to hear this directly from us: Ms. Crowley's account is permanently closed. She will not be coming back."
"I know. The court—"
"I know about the court," he said. "But this hotel made a mistake by not acting sooner. I intend to make sure that never happens again."
I booked the day passes that evening.
We went on a Saturday. The sun was already warm when we pulled in, and Caleb had his towel over his shoulder before we reached the gate.
Mr. Reyes met us at the entrance. He shook Caleb's hand, which Caleb found extremely serious and important. He smiled at Lily, and she grabbed his finger and held on.
"The shaded loungers at the far end are reserved for you," he said. "And lunch is on us today. No arguments."
Caleb looked at me. "Two burgers?"
"Two burgers."
He was in the water in under a minute.
I settled onto the lounger with Lily against my chest, warm and solid and real. The sun came through the trees in shifting patches. The pool was loud and bright with other people's kids.
A woman on the next lounger glanced over and smiled. "How old?"
"Six months."
"She's beautiful."
"Thank you."
Lily picked that exact moment to grab a fistful of my shirt and yank with surprising strength. The woman laughed, and so did I.
Caleb popped up at the edge of the pool, water streaming off his face. "Mom! Watch this!"
He went under, came up, and did something that was either a flip or a very controlled fall — I honestly couldn't tell. He looked at me for a verdict.
"Excellent," I called.
He beamed and dove back under.
I leaned back and let the noise wash over me. And I thought about the hallway at Mercy General seven months ago. The doctor's face. Caleb's hand in mine, way too still for a ten-year-old. Lily so tiny she barely seemed to take up space.
I thought about the kitchen table with the note lying face-down on it. The zip-top bag. The sticky note with the phone number.
I thought about Eleanor at her window. Denise on the other end of the line. Mr. Reyes pressing his card into my hand.
I thought about Caleb whispering, Mom, did he just stand up for us?
Lily made a little sound against my chest — not crying, just talking to herself, working out the shapes her mouth could make.
I looked down at her. "I know," I said softly. "I see it too."
Caleb climbed out and dropped onto the end of the lounger, dripping everywhere. "This is the best day."
"Yeah," I said. "It is."
He leaned against my legs and looked out at the water. Lily reached for him, and he let her wrap her hand around his finger — the same way she'd grabbed Mr. Reyes's — and he didn't pull away.
We stayed until the sun dropped behind the trees and the air started to cool. On the walk to the car, Caleb carried the bag without being asked. I had Lily on my hip. He walked close enough that our arms kept bumping.
"Can we come back next weekend?"
"Maybe."
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a maybe that's leaning toward yes."
He grinned. "I'll take it."
I buckled Lily into her seat. Caleb climbed in next to her and started making faces until she gave up that wide, gummy, whole-body smile she'd only just learned how to do.
I started the engine. In the rearview mirror: my son making a complete fool of himself to make his sister laugh, and his sister laughing.
I pulled out of the lot and drove us home.
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