Chapter 13 - Page 174 - Tunnel Vision

   Jim opened one eye. Rhasha was smiling. Jim played along. He sat up and crossed his legs in front of him. “You young whipper snapper,” he snapped, “I can do anything you can do, only better.”

   “OK, grandpa, can you do this?” Rhasha threw her leg up in front of her body and wrapped it around the back of her neck. Jim and Rhasha both knew he could never do that.

   “You think you’re elastic girl, do you?” Jim could hide a smile.

   “Let’s see you do it, grumpy,” Rhasha challenged.

   “Well, if I was wearing anything but these denim cutoffs, I could throw both my legs behind my head and walk to the water on my fingers.”

   “Jim,” Rhasha replied seriously, “the only way you could ever do that is if we broke both your legs.” They both laughed.

   “Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?” Jim replied as Rhasha used her hands to lift her leg from behind her head. Jim thought that would end the discussion, but not Rhasha. She found a way to keep it going.

   “You’re wearing briefs,” she said. “Just slip your shorts off and show me that you can put both legs behind your head.”

   Jim reached down and unbuttoned his denim shorts. He acted as if he was going to pull the zipper down. Rhasha looked surprised, obviously wondering if he would really do it.

   “Oh, I forgot,” Jim said. “I don’t wear briefs when I go swimming.” They both knew he had briefs under his cutoffs. Jim buttoned them and lay back on the pillow.