"What's wrong, honey?" the woman asks patting the small child's hand on her thigh as she stands under the scorching sun with her husband and two sons.
She winks at her husband as the child spills his guts but he wouldn't tell his daddy when he'd asked earlier, just his mommy.
"I've got magic fingers." she brags brushing them against the little fingers on resting on her thigh.
"But then what does daddy have?" the older one asks playing with the drawstring of his shorts. She smiles ruefully, not bothering to look up from her staring match with the youngest. "Butter fingers." she says and shouts as she wins the staring contest.
"From spy kids." the older one proclaims,excited he got a reference.
"Yes, of course." she replies still not catching her husband's playful glare.
"But he always you know wins,eventually."
"Of course he does. He's a kid but your father is a grown man, doomed to fail. Ha!" she says finally meeting him, an eye for an eye.
He leans in closer, "But I am a good fuck."
She lets out a hoarse laugh generally amused, not all surprised by his crude comment but remembering as a mother that no child is prepared to hear such things and instead covers it with a cough. Her husband graciously plays along giving her a bottle of water.
She shoos the kids on, "Go, play!"
"Am I right or am I wrong?"
"You are unbelievable?" They smile at each other before being interrupted yet again by their oldest.
"Yes, mister.What's wrong? You need to go to the bathroom?"
"No, dad. I would have said I needed to go or I could have pissed in the pool, like you told me to. The water doesn't change color here, duh."
This time the husband avoids his wife's not so playful glare.
"What's the problem?" his mother asks getting on with it.
"Jax won't give up his turn. He's hogging the diving board." the boy says crossing his arms and pouting.
"Well, wait your turn." his mother advises.
"I have but every time I'm about to go up he cuts the line."
"Well, when we come back another day maybe Jax won't be there." she tries.He doesn't have to jump off the diving board today.He can literally walk into the pool. Not much of a difference to her,at least.
"But what if he does.He probably has powers and knows when I wanna jump.The bully!" he whines.
"Just jump off the side.One of these days he'll stop coming to the pool." Just like you she refrains from adding.The pool will become less cool as he gets older and this whole thing insignificant. She pushes him away barely restraining his childish ways to just push Jax out of the line for his turn.
"You are something." her husband comments giving her a devilish smile that makes her secretly swoon even after two kids and even more years married to each other.
"You know it doesn't matter.He'll probably end up coming here at night to trespass." she replies. Like father,like son.
"Where did you get that from?" he asks. Sarcastic ass, she thinks.
"You know you're guilty.Can you believe it took me two dates to actually join you in your devious schemes? Because, hey, you got lucky twice, nothing could go wrong. Just for the cops to come by on the third date and we're skinny dipping." she guffaws as her husband smiles fondly at the memory.
"My father was livid and to think we got married after all that and he likes you. A lot. My father." she sucks her teeth, "Do you know he wouldn't even look at me for a week after I received a 96 on a test?"
"I know." her husband pipes in.She had told him before.
"I mean it was still an A plus but no. His only problem was that it wasn't a 100. I'm so glad those days are over."
"Me too." he replies, grabbing her leg to shake it. He watches her wave her hands frantically. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, our littlest one thought he was a big boy and could go in the deep end. Sheryl's got him."
"You like her?" he asks shocked knowing she has a little problem with most of the other mothers here.
"No, not really, but she has like five kids.She's trustworthy but I'm still keeping an eye out."
"Dad! Check this out!" the older one shouts.
"Well better see what he wants. I'm glad he's feeling better now."
His wife hums, "I love you,Thomas."
He walks backwards while holding out his pointer finger and thumbs from his imaginary holsters and returns the affection. "Love you too, babe."
"This better be good!" her husband shouts leaving her with the vultures.She almost follows him but knows one of them has to keep an eye on Noah.
"Where's your two piece?" one of the housewives she (barely) despises asks.
"I don't wear one."
"Why not?" another curious one asks.
"I'm a respectable woman."
She laughs along with them because it's the only thing she'll agree with them on. It was a bullshit reason. Truthfully she just didn't feel like wearing one or two rather.She didn't have to explain herself to them.
She stops remembering she has better duties and turns her head to look out for Noah, but he's not there like he should be.
Anyone crossing a busy street a few blocks down would have heard her passionately screaming, "Noah!"
They would all remember that name even those who would never meet him.