Felix is bouncing off the insides of the truck before we pull into the parking lot, and I’m having serious doubts that any new bathing suit is going to be worth the ordeal of the next hour. Miranda has a lifetime free pass to the gym/pool because one of her artist friends is married to one of the managers. Sometimes the free pass includes bracelets for the waterslides, the inflated obstacle course, the five- and ten-meter diving platforms, and — though Felix hasn’t worked up the nerve to try it yet — the Tarzan rope. And sometimes Miranda’s pass does not include the bracelets. The young women at the counter always check the computer for our names, which don’t appear on the list, but they often say, Oh yes, here you are, and print the bracelets anyway. It’s pretty hard to look Felix Malone in the eye and deny him anything. His little pointy chin reaching up to rest on the edge of the counter.
