HERE IS THE MOST AMAZING DAY OF MY LIFE.<br > I am Susanna Midnight and I have climbed right down<br >from my room through the olive tree with my cloak<br >wrapped around my red bathing suit which is my first<br >real one-piece Lastex. My mother yanked up on the<br >straps， my stepfather looked at the ceiling， and my<br >grandmother said， "Such a thing for a fourteen-year-<br >old." Mornings home at Perdido are like movie mornings<br >in pictures about horse-raising families where Jeanne<br >Crain gallops across a meadow to the loveliest sprightly<br >music. The early fog still smokes around the cliff above<br >the Pacific Coast Highway. The big trucks are hitting<br >the road for the North， the morning birds coo， and<br >there s a yawning sound under the grass.<br > There is time for an aquacade. I dash to the bike shed<br >and whip my bike into position by the far side of the<br >tennis court. I speed fight across the lawn as fast as you<br >can go. Cloak becomes wings.<br > It is fantastic. One hundred girls all going through the<br >air on silver bikes with wings， flying to the music of our<br >entire studio orchestra， flying right into the water.<br > Up through the water I come， spluttering and bub-<br >bling， and there he is， standing here， laughing down at me，<br >hands on his hips. He is wearing white pants and a white<br >shirt--and it is not Stanley who delivers for Cerise Dry<br >Cleaners.<br > "That wasn t very bright，" he says.<br > "Needs work，" I say. He reaches out and grabs my<br >hands in his and pulis me up out of the pool. I can feel<br >heat through these hands come right through me.<br > <br ><br >