Here is the third installment of Keys stories. This one (like the first two) is in the same Hemingway style and has typos and wrong grammar since I’m writing it in the voice of someone who is trying to sound like someone else so hard that they’re not good at it.
I only point this out to avoid messages from concerned friends sending well meaning writing tips and corrections. It’s fun to be silly and ridiculous. Enjoy!
Day 3
“Papa, I see the sun! Let’s swim!” Loving Child said at a volume incompatible with the morning.
“We have much to do and explore on the Key today. We will swim after we take our lunch. Papa hasn’t even had his first coffee yet,” I said.
“Ok, Papa,” she said skipping out of the room.
Now awake against my will I rolled on my back and said to Loving Wife, “she is definitely your child. You are the morning person betwixt us and now with Loving Child, I am outnumbered.”
Now awake, against my will, I rolled toward Loving Wife and said, “she is definitely your child. You are the morning person betwixt us. I will get up and make the coffee.”
I am a learned man for my years and consider myself affluent in the currency of the culture of the day. However, I can make neither tails nor heads of the cacophony Loving Child is ever watching on her myriad of devices. When I enter the great room that flows into the kitchen my ears are assaulted by the noise.
“Loving Child,” I say, “could you please turn down the volume of whatever it is you are watching?”
“Yes papa” she says and in the increased silence I can hear myself thinking thoughts and the approaching footsteps of Loving Wife joining us from the chamber.
“Mama, papa says we are going swimming after we take our lunch!” Loving Child says to Loving Wife.
“Oh? I’m sure you and papa will have fun” she said giving me an uninterpretable look.
“We will!” Loving Child said.
We drink the coffee, we eat from the bounty of the previous day’s grocery shopping, and we sit.
More physics. The motion one this time. I believe it’s “Something moving never stops” or something approximate to that. Such is Loving Child. Always in motion.
“Papa, let’s swim!” Loving Child says again.
“After a while,” I say again to buy myself time to continue doing nothing while remaining secure in the knowledge that my efforts were in vain.
“Papa?” Loving Child says 73 seconds later.
“Alright Loving Child, we will swim but after we do some of the business of the day. Then we will swim,” I said.This sated her desire for the moment.
After the business. After the chores. After the lunch. I said, “Loving Child, are you ready to swim?”
“YES!” Loving Child said at a volume I was sure had shattered a window.
“Then let’s,” I said.
In moments we were ready.
“Loving Wife, will you join us poolside and judge our contests and competitions?” I said.
“Yes, I will meet you poolside, Loving Family,” she said.
Upon stepping out into the air for the first time since early morning I felt the chill of the ocean breeze. The sunlight had deceived us giving the illusion of warmth where there was none.
I looked at Loving Wife and she at me. In that moment, when our eyes locked, we communicated with our minds as lovers and parents do. And we knew. We knew that it did not matter to Loving Child if the water was as cold as the North Atlantic on the night of April 14th, 1912, she was promised swimming time by papa and that was a irrevocable binding verbal contract.
As the bull will lock on to the matador’s flag, a child promised time in any pool will not be dissuaded.
“Loving Child, the day is not as warm as we thought and we may not be able to swim long if the water is cold,” I said.
“Papa, I don’t mind the cold. Let’s get in!” she said.
“Ok, let’s,” I said.
I put a foot in the water and gasped involuntarily at the chill. A shiver grasped me.
“It’s a bit colder than you think, Loving Child. Maybe tomorrow will be warmer. Better for swimming,” I said hoping to disinterest her in water for the day.
No deal.
“Papa, catch me when I jump in,” Loving Child said already in mid-air. I caught her and she ended up submerged in the icy bath up to her waist and was visibly shivering.
“Are you cold, Loving Child?” I said already knowing the answer and that she would not admit defeat so readily.
“N-n-n-no p-p-p-papa,” she said. Her blue-tinted lips betraying her confidence.
“Ok, we’ll give it a few minutes. You let me know if you’re cold, ok?” I said.
“O-o-o-ok p-p-p-papa,” she said.
We swam. We played. We frolicked in the ice bath.
For two minutes.
“P-p-p-papa?” Loving Child said.
“Yes, Loving Child” I said.
“I’m c-c-c-cold. Will you wrap me in a towel and carry me inside? Pretty please?” Loving Child said.
“Of course,” I said, “Let’s go.”
“Let’s,” Loving Child said.
And with that, we climbed out of the icy bath. I wrapped Loving Child in a towel as promised and carried her inside.
“Back so soon?” Loving Wife said, “I hadn’t even made it out poolside.”
“Yes, the water was not an enjoyable temperature today. We will try again tomorrow. Right, Loving Child?” I said.
“Yes we will, papa,” Loving Child said.
