Sweet seventeen...I could see the beachrobe Zazu had been wearing, but i couldn't see her. Then the pool's surface rippled and tossed darts of sunlight at my eyes, and I could see Zazu quite well. She was wearing either the latest thing in jazzy bathing suits or nothing at all.
She reached the ladder and started to climb up it nonchalantly as a bird - a jaybird.
"Hi," I said brightly, "you can see I'm working."
She started down the ladder until the water was near her waist.
"Do you always swim in the nude, dear?" I said.
"It feels good. Probably I won't do it when I'm older."
"I thought that was when girls did it."