"If it's evening and you find the air too cold, you can also heat the pool water. There are sensors in place to make sure you don't heat the water to dangerous levels and cook yourself."
"That's quite handy," I muttered, looking at the square-shaped swimming pool, gauging its different depth levels.
By my side, with my right hand holding her left, was Martha—the woman unusually quiet. Behind us stood Nadia, who had a white book open and resting on her arm, and ahead of us was Harold Albrim, the house agent.
"Yes, and as you can see, you have a firm wooden fence around the pool to keep your matters private," the man said, walking past the pool to climb the green lawn and knock on the wood behind it.
"I don't like the wood. Can I change it?"
"To what, sir?" Harold asked.
"A tall concrete fence," I said, thinking of the walls around Sade's house.
"Isn't that a bit too much, sir?" the man laughed nervously.
"I'm a very private man," I replied blankly.
