Water Works - The Coconut Chronicles: Two Guys, One Caribbean Dream House - page 217

I can fix that .
“No problem,” I answered, turning on my heel and heading towards the back wall of
the great room with a glorious sense of purpose. With a flourish I flicked on the hideous
red switch.
There followed a gigantic, primal gurgling belch—and then the sound of coursing wa-
ter.
“Oh, thank you!” Maria screamed from downstairs.
“We have a cistern,” I remarked casually to Jennifer. “In fact, we have two.”
“What's a cistern?”
I explained.
“Smart move,” she commented admiringly.
“Thanks,” I gloated, all but patting myself on the back. “Frankly, I sleep better at night
just knowing they're there.”