“Is it cold?” “Your feet were just in it.” “That’s different.” “How?” I ask, my arms making tiny waves where they fan out beside me. “I’ll be naked.” A smile stretches out across my face. “Well, don’t let me stop you. It’s like bath water out here.” Her eyes narrow, her hands returning to her hips. “I’m not getting fully naked.” “I’ll take any degree of nakedness, please and thank you.”
Please and thank you
