at my jeans and they hang right at my hips. “It wasn’t a boxer type of day.”
Echo sinks and when she resurfaces, it’s only with her eyes then slowly up to her chin. “One of these days you are going to get us into a ton of trouble.”
“Baby, so far the trouble’s been on you. Breaking into guidance counselors’ offices—”
“That was you!”
“—tossing clothes into the pool.”
She splashes me as she kicks back.
I shake my head to get the water out of my hair. “You’re paying for that one, princess.”
“You have to catch me first,” she taunts as she grabs at a floating blob. My favorite black T-shirt smacks onto the concrete with a wet flop.
“Little full of yourself tonight, aren’t you?”
I love the light in her eyes. “I was the three-year-straight swimming champ.”
That I didn’t know. “So was I. Mine in the Y from third to fifth grade. What’s your story?”
Echo’s grin widens. “Backyard baby pool against Lila. Reigning preschool champ.”
“You’ve got me quaking in my boots.”
She goes under for the balled socks in the three foot section, and I eye the deep end. A pile of blue jeans covers the drain. Wonder how many quarters it will take to dry all of this. Doesn’t matter. The answer doesn’t get my clothes onto land. Like my dad taught me, I raise my hands over my head and dive in.
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