Lois watched the exchange with glowing eyes and a Mona Lisa
smile. “You’re going to tip us over if
you don’t stop,” she said, gripping the side.
“That’d be okay. We
can all swim.” He tipped his head down
to Rainy. “Can’t we?”
“We sure can,” she hollered and pushed herself out of his
arms and to her feet. “Race ya back to
shore.” She jumped up and did a perfect
jackknife dive into the water.
Bill laughed, his brown eyes twinkled and his lopsided smile
lighting up his face. “Lucky for you,
brat, I’m gonna give you a head start.”
He hollered. Then he turned to Lois and put an arm around her shoulders
and pulled her in for a kiss.
She melted into him for a few seconds until the sounds of
shouting and whistling carried over from the dock.
She pulled back and they both looked ashore.
Her nephew Larry had his hands in parenthesis around his
mouth. “Get a room!” he bellowed.
Lois and Bill started laughing.
“Guess I’d better catch the brat,” he said. He stood up; his tall frame rocking with the boat. “See you back on
shore, sweetheart.”
He tipped her a
salute and dove into the water and, in a matter of minutes, with his much
longer arms and powerful strokes had almost caught Rainy, much to the delight
of the cheering crowd on the dock.
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