“One of us could fight him,” Lockwood said, “but then we’d still be in the same position.” He looked over at the river. “Whereas…” “Yeah,” I said. “But, Lockwood, I really can’t.” “It’ll be all right. Flo’s flaky, but we can trust her about some things. Water depth is one of them.” “We make such a habit of doing this,” I said. “I know. But it’s the last time.” “Promise?” But we were already running across the bumpy lead, building up as much speed as we could. Then we jumped out together, hand in hand.
when willit be me
