Tere has brought me a cap,a yellow swimming cap.I take it out in front of everyone.Manolo looks for a label.I put it on his knee.He stretches it to see if it gives.
Tuesdays at eight.I've paid for the whole month.
The girl at receptionasked me what level.I told her none.She showed me the big pool.“We have steps as well.”I was looking at that blue line.
Tere gathers up her hair.She pulls at the edge of the cap.It snaps against her fingers.It looks easy when she does it.I take off my earrings.I hand them to my husband.
I've got a lesson on Tuesday.In the water at ten past eight.
Manolo asks meif it isn't very cold.I don't know yet.For three days I've been wonderingwhat to do with the wet clotheson the bus home.
Clara brings a bag over.It's this morning's bread bag.There's a hole in the bottom.I put it back where it was.Tere says I don't needto take half the house with me.
I tug the cap onto my head.A lock of hair stays out.My husband holds the earringsas though they were two pins.I ask him for the mirror.He shows me his phone screen.
At first it's him on there.He has to turn it round.