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Benny saw him first. He stood up, naked-chested and dripping with coconut oil, and walked to the ladder. “Mr. Hargrove.”

For three generations, The Pit had been exactly that—a sunken, concrete scar in the earth, an abandoned quarry at the edge of the county line. The old-timer white folks remembered it as the place their fathers drowned bootleg whiskey runners. The Black families who’d moved out from the city in the ‘80s knew it as the forbidden swimming hole their children were warned away from. No one swam together. That was the law, unwritten but absolute. the pit summers interracial pool party oil it up

Lee smiled. “We saved you a cup.”

“You got any of that rosé left?” he asked. Benny saw him first