The pool was small and deep, a lapping lima bean, and based on Esme’s demeanor—tranquil like a lizard on a rock, offering her chin up toward the sky—it seemed she had no intention of jumping in. This was always how it was at other people’s houses, Mitty thought. Untouched candy bowls in the foyer, a pantry of unopened Pop-Tarts. The people who had things others didn’t never even used them.
