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real test of brilliance is being able to balance a Styrofoam noodle on the palm of your hand.” He proceeded to demonstrate with admirable dexterity.
    I tried to get Jacob to look at Aaron’s trick, but he was too fascinated by the water running off his fingers to glance over.
    â€œHere you go.” George had returned and was studying the swim diaper in his hand. “How is it different from a regular one?”
    â€œIt holds the poop in but lets the pee out.”
    â€œâ€˜Out’ as in . . . into the pool?”
    I nodded.
    â€œI really would have preferred not to know that.” Aaron eyed the water with sudden suspicion.
    â€œOh, relax,” I said. “The chlorine kills everything. George, you should go swimming before it’s completely dark out.”
    He hesitated, then said, “Yeah.” He started to walk toward the changing room, halted, looked like he wasgoing to say something, then just shook his head and disappeared inside.
    â€œSo that’s the sort of genius that gets into Harvard, huh?” Aaron said.
    â€œHim’s got book larning.” I got out of the pool and changed Jacob into the swim diaper. “What do you say, baby dude? Ready to take the plunge?” I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I walked over to the steps and waded back into the pool. I could feel his body tighten as we entered the water. He dug his fingers into me and frowned with concentration—and maybe concern—but he didn’t scream or fight me.
    Aaron joined us by the steps and watched as I gently dunked Jacob up to his waist. He shivered and then gave a shuddery laugh.
    â€œI wish Mia were older,” Aaron said. “She’s still too little to be much fun.”
    â€œWhat’s it like living with the three of them?”
    â€œIt’s fine. No one much cares when I come and go, which is a nice change. My mom can be a little smothering. She means well, but . . .” He shrugged. “She hates that I’m here.”
    â€œHow’d you get her to agree to let you come?”
    â€œDad and I were both kind of relentless about it. And I think her husband was all in favor of the idea. But she’s worried I’ll be corrupted here in Hollywood, withno one to keep an eye on me. Plus she’s not a fan of Crystal’s—thinks she’s a total gold digger.”
    â€œHow about you? Do you think Crystal’s a gold digger?” I wondered myself. Michael was rich and famous and middle-aged; Crystal was young and beautiful and had been a struggling, unsuccessful actress when they met. And Michael’s track record with women wasn’t too impressive.
    â€œNot sure yet,” Aaron said. “I’d believe it though.”
    I heard a door open and looked around. George was coming out of the changing room in a pair of short purple bathing trunks.
    I gave a long wolf whistle and George shot me an exasperated look from across the pool.
    â€œThis is ridiculous,” he said, flicking at the suit.
    â€œThe important thing is that you wear it so well.”
    â€œShut up.”
    â€œShorter trunks are totally in fashion,” Aaron said.
    â€œNot in that color, they’re not,” I said.
    Aaron flicked water at me. “You’re mean.”
    â€œIt’s not my fault if the truth hurts.”
    â€œI’m not hurt,” George said, sitting on the edge of the pool. “I didn’t pick these out.” He slid carefully into the water.
    He took off toward the deep end with long measured strokes.
    â€œDo you think—” I started to say to Aaron, but Iwas interrupted by Luke’s call of “Kids! Time to eat!” from up above.
    â€œDinner,” I said. “We should get out.”
    â€œNo,” said Jacob, to my surprise.
    â€œHot dogs,” I told him. “We’re going to eat hot dogs.”
    He lunged so suddenly toward the