"Poolside" - first version
(Clarisse, Pierre, and Philippe)
"Come on, Mama."
"Yes, do it."
She stood at the edge of the pool, debating. She was in her swimsuit, but finally dry again, a sarong wrapped around her waist.
"I don't know…" She stared into the water as she deliberated.
"Please? Come on in, Mama?" her older son pleaded courteously.
"Do it. Do it!"
Her younger son's chant was becoming slightly annoying. She started to say something when she noticed he was looking over her shoulder.
He wasn't talking to her.
"Do. It."
She looked back, and was startled. "Rupert!" She gasped as comprehension dawned. "You wouldn't -!"
SPLASH!
