She came out of the cabana wearing a shining blue bathing suit, hugging her arms in front of her and walking slowly barefoot across the grass. Maybe she was scared of Max. I pulled myself up out of the water. I knew Max was paying attention, even though he looked as if he was falling asleep.
Getting chilly?” I asked her.
She just looked at me shyly and I picked her up, so light, and dropped her in the water. After the splash and yelp, I could hear Max chuckling. I jumped in after her and we swam a couple of lengths together, and then I pulled myself up out of the water again and watched her lapping. She swam long slow strokes, textbook strokes, and I got the idea that if she decided to swim across the English Channel, shed probably make it.