We had arrived in my husband’s home town. It was really a small village with a main street that looks like it came right out of a painting. The town was decorated for Christmas; all the lamp poles had colored lights running up and down them. A fresh carpet of snow blanketed the town; this place could really get you in the Christmas mood.
There were so many of his family members in town there was no room for us at his parents house so Don had already made reservation at a nice local hotel. This was fine with me as I didn’t really know any of his relatives very well. Don and I lived in New York and only had seen his family once or twice since the wedding.
We checked in and the first thing Don did was asked about the pool. He loved to swim and the hot tub sounded good to me after the drive we had just endured. After dropping off our luggage at our room and changing into our swimming suit we headed down the pool room.
When we arrived we found that we had the pool all to ourselves. Don jumped in the pool right away, I just grinned at him. He was a very nice guy and had a great job and education. He was well built and always had been good to me. He swam to the end of the pool and started another lap.
I put down my stuff and started the hot tub timer. I slowly lowed myself into the hot bubbling water, the jets felt good and in no time a heavy foam was forming all over the surface of the water. It felt like heaven, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, and my whole body ached. I was just starting to relax when a whole family of black people burst into the pool room. There had to be at least two families’ that entered together. A handful of kids jumped into the pool and the adults went to the far end to sit down their things.
I was annoyed at first but then I remembered it was almost Christmas and that a lot of people traveled on the holidays. The adults headed right to the hot tub. There were two older women maybe fifty or so and a man their same age. One of the men was much older and they all climbed into the water together.
I was just about to get out and find another place to relax when the older man smiled at me and said that his name was Zeck. He stuck out his hand and I took it with a shy grin. They all settled in on the other side of the hot tub from me and once again I started to relax. I found the sounds of their voices kind of soothing. I leaned back and was just about to close my eyes when Don came running into the hot tub. The other people in the hot tub had to shift to let him sit down next to me. This pushed the other older black man over to my other side.
“The waters great honey, you need to try it.” He said.
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