Allison didn’t seem worried. As soon as
we got to the water, I had to admit it looked
incredibly inviting. Probably because I hadn’t
showered in days.
The thing about southern temperatures
was that it could be hot one day and cold the
next. Thankfully, this was a warm day even
for October.
“We need to be quick about it, though,”
Allison said.
“You don’t have to tell me.” We pulled off
our shoes and socks and rolled our pants up to
our knees. Just bending down and splashing
water on my face was refreshing. As we waded
into the pond, she told me about how she and
John met. It was a nice distraction from the
cold water. “. . . And then I just knew he was
the one,” she finished.
We were quiet for a few moments,
splashing the water onto our arms and faces.
Then she turned to me and said, “What about
you? You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”
I shook my head. I wanted to tell her I
wasn’t thinking about boyfriends right now,
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