000000 #eel There is more youth and beauty here. Kids whose parents have brought them on business trips or vacations. A tightly-knit species of trim-haired people with burgundy cars and clean, white, cross-training shoes. They seem to be functioning according to some unseen clock. Groups of them at this end of the pool, bunches of them at that end; they all seem to know where they belong. I am only ten or twenty feet away from the beautiful, long, wet, stringy hair of one of them. She moves toward me. I get up and go. I do not want to be discovered and thought to be lurking here.