He cleared his throat. “Excuse me,” he said, holding up the bottle. “I keep finding these in my yard. In the pool. The pump clogged last week, and it isn’t easy for me to keep up anymore. Could you please stay out of the pool? Or at least tell me first?”
The husband looked at the bottle, then back at Arthur with a smirk. “What’s that supposed to mean? You think we’ve got time to mess around in your pool?” Arthur’s gaze flicked to the shirt stretched across his chest. “I found that left behind in my yard.”