It was a warm afternoon.
I was sunning myself by the pool, Mrs. Jenkins had just stopped in with her customary package for my mother in their mutual endeavors. I had never really known what those endeavors were, only that they smelled like strong perfume and a sense of nostalgia for what I placed as the 50's. But looking back on it, given their ages, it must have been the 70's.
The 50's held grandeur for me, I could never say why. Not unlike the barely hidden bosom of Mrs. Jenkins as she leaned forward slightly and waved out to me.
"Hello deary. Fine day!" The words seemed too old for her. Looking back, I doubt she said "deary." Fine day, though, and it certainly was.
She walked casually out to the pool, gave me another wave, and sat down so as to dangle her legs in the pool. She swam them back and forth for minutes, or days. It gave me an unfettered view from behind my sunglasses and umbrella. I couldn't look away. Maybe she noticed, I thought I was being discreet. But her smiled widened when she looked to me....