I said to God: “Please, I’m doing this for my sister — warm it up a bit.” But of course I knew He wouldn’t. My last thought before I jumped was that I’d almost sooner die. It was agony — like being skinned with icy knives. I swam madly, telling myself it would be better in a minute and feeling quite sure it wouldn’t. Neil swam beside me. I must have looked very grim because he suddenly said: “Say, are you all right?” “Just,” I gasped, pulling myself up on to the plank bridge.
