I walked into the cold hallway of the aquatic center with only the hot jacuzzi in mind when suddenly I heard the inexplicable death cry of the old. Some white “master” hollered at grisly haired men in suspenders (in the pool). The same white “master” tough-loved the women wearing webbing on their hands (in the pool).

I sat in the jacuzzi and watched the crowd throw balls over a flagged line. The Master continually shouted “Jump!”

No one knows why the old King stayed stolid while the enemy King marched his family one by one in front of him—to their death. And no one knows why when the Jester walked by the King suddenly burst into tears.

Similarly, I don’t know why a man was wearing suspenders in a pool.