He heard something through the hush. It sounded like splashing. Lewis listened again.
Sometimes a wind whipped the surface of the swimming pool into little waves which lapped
over the edges of the pool, running over the concrete skirt around the pool and that made a
sound, a flat regular sound like that of pancake being flipped as it landed back in the pan. But
there was no wind. And this was splashing, chaotic, rambunctious, and irregular. Was
someone, or something, in his swimming pool?
