“If I see you at the deep-end and you’re under the water for longer than ten seconds, Uncle Ryke is going to jump in, save you and give you CPR. Not the cute little lifeguard, so think about that before you start recreating a scene from The Sandlot.” Eliot drums his lips in thought. “At what age would Tom be allowed to do it?” “When I’m dead and buried.” Lo pulls his sunglasses down. “And if you start plotting my death, remember I have friends in hell.” Eliot and Tom smile. They’ve always liked Lo.
