| Muzzy stands at the edge of his neighbor's swimming pool.
He is wearing his red bathing trunks. He blesses himself.
He puts his right index finger to his forehead, then to his belly
button, then to his left shoulder and then his right shoulder.+
With one confident step; he splashes under the water.
Muzzy struggles to the surface and grabs the corner of the
cement pool. Dewight laughs, "Did you think you could walk
on water?" Muzzy pulls himself up and sits with his legs in
the water: "Jesus said, 'Your faith will hold you up.'"
Dewight's teeth are brilliant white in his black face, "Muzzy
do you believe in Santa Clause?" Muzzy shrugs.
Dewight dives off the diving board. He cuts the water hands first.
"Saint Nicholas is dead." Muzzy stands at the edge of the pool.
He steps off again and splashes under the water. Muzzy pulls
Dewight's foot. They wrestle under the water. Muzzy returns to
his sitting on the edge of the pool, "Is Jesus dead?"
"He's not here. Maybe, he is. It doesn't matter anymore." Dewight
makes another leap off the diving board. He strikes his head on the
board. Muzzy dives in and pulls Dewight to the concrete patio. There
is a lot of blood. Muzzy calls an ambulance and wraps Dewight's head
with a towel. Dewight's got nine stitches on the back of his head.
Dewight laughs, "You think I pissed him off?" Muzzy smiles, "Nope."
The parents arrive at the emergency ward and ask to take their children
home. "We are not children. We are martyrs." Muzzy smiles.