“I think I need to pee,” I tell Parth, hauling myself from the pool. “Or drink water. One of those.” “If you can’t tell the difference between those, Harry,” Parth calls after me, “I think you need to see a doctor!” “Parth,” I say, pausing in the doorway. “I am a doctor.” “Seems like a conflict of interest.” He flips backward, away from the wall, and strokes toward Kimmy.
