she was blinded by
the sun.
"I'm sorry," the young man said. "I didn't mean to scare
you."
"You didn't. I must have been half-asleep. I didn't hear you
come up."
Helen shaded her eyes with one hand to look up at him. Her
glance took in the brown eyes, brown hair, a strong, square-cut
face, a medium sort of build. He was wearing conservative olive
green swimming trunks, cut like shorts.
Helen was used to the faces around the apartments, and
this one was unfamiliar.
"You're new here?" she asked.
"Just moved in yesterday. Apartment 211. Will I bother you if I
sit down?"
"No, of course not." Helen leaned back in the chair and watched
idly as he settled himself into an identical chair beside her.
There were plenty of other seats around the pool and a number of
other people beside whom he could have sat.
"This is the heavy day for sunbathers," she told him. "Saturdays
most people are off from work and trying to build up their tans. My
name's Helen Rivers."
"Collingsworth Wilson, here, if you'll excuse the mouthful. Just
out of the service. I've been staying out at my folks' place in the
mountains and finally decided to cut loose and get my own
apartment. I think I'll be going to summer school at the
University."
"The guy I go with goes to the U," Helen said. She made a point
of working such a statement into the conversation as soon as
possible upon meeting new people. She had found that it allowed the
pleasure of harmless flirtation without presenting the
problem of having to turn down dates. " 'Collingsworth' is a
different sort of name. Do they call you 'Collie'?"
"I've got a family nickname that my kid brother stuck me with,"
the boy told her. "But Collie's okay too. A lot of people do call
me that. I'm like a well-trained puppy; I answer to anything."
"A well-trained
Collie?"
Helen said, smiling. She was
not usually much on puns, but this one had come easily. "I'm glad
to meet you. We're practically next-door neighbors. I'm on the
second level too, down the way from you in 215."
"And who's the boyfriend?" Collie asked. "So that I can be sure
to avoid him?"
"His name's Barry Cox. He lives on campus, but he comes over a
lot. You'll be meeting him. Every-body meets everybody here in the
summer." She closed her eyes again and rolled over onto her
stomach so that the sun could reach her shoulders. "The pool
area makes a wonderful meeting place. We all sit around and talk
and party. Four Seasons is a great place to live. I know you'll
like it"
"I like it already," Collie said simply. "But I'd prefer it if
the prettiest girl here wasn't all tied up to some lunk before I
can even get my bid in. Have you been going with this guy
long?"
"Almost two years. We were steadies back in high school, and
he's definitely not a lunk. Do you think I'm burning?"
"I don't know," Collie said. "I can't tell what's happening
under all that suntan oil."
"Well, I'd better get inside. I've been out here a couple of
hours already." Helen rolled over and sat up. "I can't afford to
start peeling. If I look a mess I might lose my job."
"What sort of work do you do where you can't get a sunburn?"
Collie asked. "Are you a model or something?"
"I'm the Channel Five Golden Girl." Despite herself, Helen could
not keep the pride from showing in her voice. It was still
such a new sensation to be able to make such a statement "Maybe
you've seen me on TV."
"If I had, I'm sure I'd remember it," the boy said seriously. "I
don't usually watch TV much, but I can see where I'm going to have
to start"
"There's a set down in the rec room," Helen told him.
She picked up the bottle of suntan lotion and got to her
feet
He'll be a nice addition to the men around here, she thought
objectively. He's not as handsome as Barry by a long shot but a lot
of girls are going to like him. Wait till those two icky
schoolteachers in 214 get a look at him. They'll tear each other to
shreds over who gets her hooks in first
"Cook well," she said. "But don't doze off the