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And frankly, I did not come to help e so that I could be initiated into a fucking geriatric gang

Thankfully, on the other side of the massive pool, I spot a recently vacated row of chairs

“Hey! Look! A few more chairs just opened up over there,” I exclai as I point across the way

A scowling Nan glances over her shoulder, following the direction of , the little biddy puts the ole scooter in reverse “This isn’t over, Stella,” she mutters, and beep-beep-beep, her scooter chimes as she backs that sucker up

“It never is with you,”over to those empty chairs to care

Though, I don’t oes

“Mom, you think maybe you were a little hard on her?” I question once I ensure that my mother’s apparent archnemesis has, in fact, secured the empty chairs

“Pshh That old bat is always riding my ass”

“Probably because you have such a nice fanny, Stell,” Sal coht as well be nails-on-a-chalkboard to my poor ears

My les, and Sal winks at her

“Well, darlin’, looks like they’re about to start the water aerobics class,” he says and stands up froer to shove his navy Crocs off his feet “You ready to get a little wet?”

“With you?” My mom flutters her eyelashes “Always”

And that’s my cue, folks

I back ononbeats

With cal my ears, I look toward the pool to see that Nan is now in the water, and that old citation-serving bitch Betty is beside her Together, they sloade toward a spot that’s right belohere aaround her neck kneels in front of a boombox on the concrete

A wo is the instructor

I glance to my mom to see if she realizes the class is about to start, but all thoughts fly out the hen she takes off her bathing suit cover-up to reveal a bright, neon-orange bikini that appears to beass

“Mo up like a rocket in my chair

“What?” she questions, glancing around herself like there’s a bee or so?”