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Then, Ella takes off running. I stare for a second.
She stops and
turns back. “Well, come on!” Then, she
takes off again.
I follow as
best as I can in flip flops. Ella runs as fast as she can toward the river, and
I can barely keep up. Just as I about to
catch up to her, she jumps off a fairly high bluff. Oh, shit, I think and follow.
Ice water
sucks me under and my breath stops.
Panic seizes me until I open my eyes and through the crystal clear water
of the river, I see a flash of white and the kick of two beautiful legs. When my feet touch bottom, I kick back up and
head for the surface.
As soon as my
head breaks the surface, Ella cries out, “The water is awesome!”
She swims to a
large flat rock jutting from the water not ten feet from where we dove off the
bluff.
I pause. She reminds me of the pretty lady. For a split second, I see my dad and I am six
again. I flounder in the water.
“Don’t drown
on me,” the pretty lady calls out.
I snort some
water and realize where I am. After I
take a moment to catch my breath, I swim to the rock and climb up next to
Ella. It feels as if I am committing
some shameful sin.
“You could
have killed me,” I say.
“It’s
perfectly safe if you know where to jump.”
“I don’t.”
“You’ll just
have to learn to trust me then.” She
takes my arm. “Isn’t it beautiful here?”
“Yeah,” I say,
once again overwhelming myself with my command of the English language.
“There are
bears in the woods. And mountain lions.”
“How boring,”
I am desperate to say something intelligent, but I fail miserably, “I’d put
monsters in the woods.”
She gives me a
blank stare – as if I’m stupid.
“I write
stories,” I say.
A half smile
crosses her lips, or I guess it could be a sneer, but I’m hoping smile. “Dee thinks they’re cool stories,” I say.
“Your sister?”
“Uh,
yeah. I kind of test them on her.”
“You’ll have
to let me read them. There they are,”
she says after glancing downriver. Then,
she dives into the water.
“They” are
Roger and Dee who have found a flat, sandy place to set down blankets and put
the cooler. I dive in and follow
Ella. I’ve always considered myself a
decent swimmer. After Dad drowned, Mom
made us take lessons. Though I swim
well, Ella swims better. She gets to the
beach several seconds before I do.
“So, you
jumped off the bluff,” Roger says to me.
He punches my shoulder a little too violently to call it playfully.
“It’s not like
I wanted to,” I say. Mistake. “Your sister made me.” Mistake two.
Now, I’m more cowardly than a girl – at least that’s what Roger’s look
says.
“Dean writes
stories,” Ella says.
Roger glances
at me briefly. “You two will get along great.”
“Why’s that?”
Dee asks.
“Ella draws
pictures,” Roger says. “Maybe you two can collaborate on some kiddie books.”
“Dean writes
some pretty awesome stuff,” Dee says. I
want to kiss her.
“I don’t read
much,” Roger says.
“Me either,”
Dee says. I want to slap her.
Then it comes:
the challenge. “I’ll race you to the
other side.” The alpha male has
challenged me. I can refuse –
“What’s
wrong? You afraid?”
With my honor
at stake, I race him, and of course he beats me handily. More than once. He and Dee also manage to beat our asses in
chicken, sand volleyball, and some other shit.
I’m ready to go home when Ella, maybe sensing my discomfort, says. “Follow me.
I have something I want to show you.”
I look at Dee,
not sure if I want to leave her alone with Mr. Jock Itch.
“Go on,” she
says. “We’ll be fine.”
From the
second Ella and I get back in the water, I have the feeling my life will never
be the same.