Friday, September 5th:
The moon cast a deep, round shadow over the house on Clark Street, and the shadow was a huge wading pool.
Libby Dreifuss beckoned me to the edge, treading water on her back. When I leaned close to see her clearly in the darkness, she dragged me in with her embrace. Her lips found mine as she pulled me under, washing away my annoyance with a long, fiery kiss. She blew salty cigarette smoke into my mouth as we osculated in wet, blue shadows. I tried to repay her kisses, but seconds later I broke away, coughing bubbles, then sputtered and gurgled until I got my head above water.