Florida

A couple days later, I was working at the pool, it was evening, near the end of my shift. I did not see what happened. I was facing away, while entering a food order at the bar. Behind me, I heard Steve start shouting something derogatory toward one of the slaves, like he often did. I was startled by a crash and a thud. I slowly turned around with the fear of what I might see, and saw that Steve had broken a champagne bottle on Charlene’s head. She was lying on the ground by the pool surrounded by blood.