“What did you put in that water?!” the wife shrieked, her eyes wild with embarrassment and anger. “You ruined our hair! It’s completely fried!”
They were waiting for an apology, or perhaps fear. Arthur just looked at them, then past them toward his quiet backyard where the water shimmered peacefully.
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He delivered the only truth that mattered in a soft, final voice.
“I warned you not to swim there,” he said, and gently closed the door, reclaiming his silence once and for all.