I asked what had happened and she said one of the straps had snapped right off and she couldnt wear it. GREAT! I thought. I told her to just go inside...and get another one. She said this was her only one because she had outgrown her other swimsuits. Then she said her mom always got home too late every day to take her to the department store for a new one which meant she couldnt swim again until the weekend. Jokingly, I said its too bad you cant just skinny dip, and then I chuckled. She was quiet. You just never assumed anything. One always asked.Juan: Why, I come to take you fishin Cher.Me: Juan what am I going to do with all the fish you catch? I can't eat them all.Juan: I'm gonna make you a partner. I'm gettin' too old to do this alone.He was right about that. He must have been eighty. I sure as hell hoped I was as sharp as him when I am eighty. If it weren't for the white hair and skin like leather, he could have passed for fifty. Well he didn't have any teeth and he ate with his. And so it had been for the last two years. Crain had become convinced Brick was married again, or if not legally, at least living with a woman. Not that he minded. He preferred the idea he had a steady sex life instead of playing around. One of the reasons he believed there was someone else was the irregularity of his visits. There was no certainty as to which day he’d appear, probably more during the week than weekends. There were several times when he turned up in the afternoon. Crain worked. This guy clearly wasn’t though, the combination of Scouse and Cockney was too distinctive. She glared up at him and painfully got to her feet. She noticed that his sunglasses were mirrored as two tiny portraits of herself stared back at her. He was also a bit more attractive than she had first though: his skin, while pale, was also unblemished, save for what looked like a perpetual five o’ clock shadow. He had murderously high cheekbones and a strong jaw, the kind that could be described as.