face and said, “I think it’s time for me to go.”
“Much thanks for dropping by,” said F. Scott Fitzgerald.
I backed off and walked across the sand, waiting for him to say a final thing.
Before I was very far away I heard him call.
I turned and he said thoughtfully, “I was wondering. Wouldn’t it be wiser to not have the body in the pool at the start of the story? How about finding the body there at the very end of the novel?”
I hesitated a moment, nodded, and said, “Now you’re cooking!”
He raised his flask in a toast to me.
Somehow I managed to turn and walk away.

The End