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Hargrove grunted. His eyes moved to Lee, who had climbed up behind Benny. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t cover up. She just stood there, oiled and beautiful, and said, “You want a beer, Mr. Hargrove? It’s hot as hell.”

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

So they planned it for the solstice. The hottest day of the year. Lee brought her cousins from Detroit—Darnell and his wife Tisha, plus their cousin Marcus, who DJ’d on the side. Benny brought his sister Gina and her husband Paulie, plus a dozen guys from the shop: Vietnamese, Mexican, Irish, all grease-stained and grinning. Someone hauled a grill. Someone else brought a cooler full of Negro Modelo and cheap rosé. Hargrove grunted

“You got any of that rosé left?” he asked. She didn’t cover up

Lee smiled. “We saved you a cup.”