I hear one of the girls asking her friend whether she thinks he’s too old for her. And then Charlie turns around so he’s facing me, winks, and then springs backward off the platform, flipping in the air before slicing into the lake. “Whoa,” I hear the girl say. I climb over the railing, and before I jump, I look at her over my shoulder and say, “Sorry, that one’s mine.”
SCREAMINGGGGG
