The Meanderig Corpse Author:Richard S. Prather 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, nochalant as a b... more »ird-a jaybird.
"Hi," I said brightly, "you can see I'm working."
She started down the ladder until the water was almost up to her waist.
"Do you always swin in the nude, dear?" I said.
"It feels good. Probably I won't do it when I'm older."