The Pool Party by Gary Soto Read Free Book Online Page B

because everyone had used it.
    “Thanks for coming,” Tiffany said. Her eyes sparkled like sunlight on water.
    “Thanks for inviting me. That was fun,” Rudy said. To Tiffany’s mother, he said, “You have a nice house, Mrs. Perez.”
    He left and dragged his inner tube home, happy that the summer sun was riding on his back.

Chapter 10
    R udy arrived home tired from the two-mile walk. He tossed his inner tube in the garage, and before going inside, he looked at the kidney-shaped hole Grandfather had dug for his swimming pool. Rudy was amazed at how far down Grandfather had dug. Rudy knew that he had worked hard because the dirt was hard as his fist and just as brown.
    “It’s
bad,
” Rudy said. “I’ll invite Tiffanyover when we get it done.” Rudy felt a happiness blossom inside himself. He was proud of his family, and proud of his grandfather.
    Rudy went inside, his towel over his shoulder. The smell of baking enchiladas filled the kitchen.
    “¿Cómo fué la fiesta?”
Mother said. She was at the kitchen counter, dicing a red onion. Her eyes stung from its vapors.
    “It was fun, Mom,” Rudy said. “Tiffany’s pretty nice.”
    “Is she going to invite you again?”
    “
Quizás.
Probably if she has another pool party.”
    Rudy went to his bedroom, changed into his everyday clothes, and went outside to play slap ball against the side of the garage. When he heard their Oldsmobile, he turned and waved. Father and Grandfather were home from work.
    “Hey, Little Rudy,” his father said. He looked tired and hot. His knees were streaked with grass stains.
    Grandfather got out of the car. His pockets bulged with electrical tape. He was wearing a Giants baseball cap.
    “Where did you get that cap!” Rudy asked.
    “The best of the best—Juan Marichal,” Grandfather answered. He took it off and put it on Rudy’s head, backward.
    “And hey, didn’t you see us?” Father asked. He sat on the back porch and unlaced his work boots.
    “See you?” Rudy asked with a confused look on his face.
    “Yeah, me and Gramps got a flat. Did you have
tus ojos cerrados?
” He turned his boot over and sand rained onto the ground.
    “I didn’t see you, Dad.” Rudy was more than confused. He was embarrassed that he hadn’t seen his father.
    “We couldn’t miss you. That inner tube was as big as Godzilla.”
    Father went inside to wash up and Grandfather went to the backyard. He took up a shovel and Rudy grabbed another one.They began to dig, each of them with the dream of a swimming pool glistening under the Fresno sun.
    “La comida,”
Mother called from the kitchen window.
    They stuck their shovels in the dirt and went inside to wash up.
    While Rudy was in the bathroom, he splashed cologne on his face and arms. He looked in the mirror. “Hello, Mrs. Perez, it’s a swell day for a swell pool party. I adore fried chicken.” He held up two splayed fingers. “I’ll take two pieces.” He splashed his face with more cologne and then skipped to the dinner table.
    But Grandfather was too tired to eat at the table. He rolled up a tortilla, dipped it into salsa, and took it to his recliner.
    The rest of the family sat down to eat.
    “So how was the party?” Father asked. He smothered his enchiladas with chile.
    “It was okay,” Rudy said. He shoved a forkful of
fideo
into his mouth. “Tiffany has a pretty nice house.”
    “They’re pretty rich,
qué no?
”
    Rudy scooped up a puddle of
frijoles.
“Yeah, they’re rich.”
    Estela asked, “What kind of food did you eat?”
    Rudy wiped his mouth and said, “You wouldn’t believe it, but they had food small as my pinkie.”
    “That small, huh?” Father asked.
    “Yeah, I ate three corns, and I didn’t get filled up.” Rudy raised his glass of purple Kool-Aid. When he drank, his Adam’s apple went up and down like an elevator. He looked at his father’s dark arm. “Dad, you need a sunscreen?”
    “A sunscreen!” His father looked down at his arm thick