except for the muffled sound of the music and the gurgling of the poolâs filtration system. Still under, I remembered Paul Ramsey, my friendâs older brother, doing this. He had seen some documentary about Polynesian skin diversâthe ones who go six or seven minutes without airâand began to practice himself. His parents figured that was what he had been doing when it happenedâat least, thatâs what they told people. No one really knows though, because no one else was at home. They returned from Hawaii and the body was floating in the pool.
My throat and lungs now burned. I held my breath longer and thought of what it would be like if I lost consciousnessâpassed out, died. I could imagine Damien and Cam and Alex standing around and looking at my casket. But what I couldnât imagine was where it would be. When my parents died they were cremated, I remember being told that, and told that we were going to do something with the ashesâbut I canât remember if we ever did. And my grandparents, they both had small graveside services, but that was because theyâd requested them.
If I died, what would Kris do? Cremate me? Bury me?
I shot up to the surface.
Taking deep breaths, I got out, towelled myself dry, then lay on one of the green chaises. Tea Partyâs âTemptationâ had come on. I clicked off the radio and settled back in the chaise. There was a light breeze. The faint drone of a neighbourâs mower and sunlight filtering through the hemlocks made me drowsy. As I lay there, struggling not to drift off, more images of neighboursâ deaths flickered through my memory: the son of Dr. Haroldson, the psychiatrist, who hanged himself from the chandelier in the front hall; the Korean family that after a whole summer day of the RCMP going in and out of their silent Tudor-style house was never seen again; the renter in the house next door who was found asphyxiated during Expo 86âall these things had happened in the summer.
I went inside.
When it started to get dark, I put on a pair of chinos and T-shirt and went down to Burger King for dinner. After, I rented Magic and Sleep Away Camp II.
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âSoâhow do you know this place?â
âWhat?â
âThe place, the Cave.â
âEveryone knows about it,â she said. She turned up the volume on the car stereo. âI love this song.â
âEveryone?â
âYeah,â she said. âListen.â
The lyrics were about penetration and violation, and I didnât think I recognized the song. But when the chorus began I remembered Alex playing the song for me in her room, telling me that it was Nine Inch Nailâs âCloser.â
âThis place weâre going, itâs not like that apartment on Lonsdale?â
Alex looked at me, her eyes wide. âHow do you know about that place?â
âEveryone knows about it,â I said trying to imitate her insouciant tone.
âNoâseriouslyâhow do you know?â
âSome girls at your party, they were talking.â
âWhat did they say?â
âDonât you have this CD?â
âTell me,â she said, turning off the radio. âWhat did they say?â
âNothing. Just that some guyââ
âThey didnât say anything about me?â
âNo. Why? Do you go there?â
âYou promise they didnât say anything about me.â
âYesâwhy? Have you been there?â
âShhh. I want to hear this,â Alex said and turned back on the radio.
âDonât you have the CD?â
âYeah. But itâs better on the radio.â
âWhy? How?â
âI donât know. Itâs like youâre connected to all those people. The people you know are listening to it.â
âSure,â I said, but then thought about it and realized it made sense.
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The house we were going to