The next thing I know, Chad scoops me up into his arms, and through a crowd of cheering and shouting, he charges through the game room, plunges out the back door, and beelines for the pool. “No!” I shout out, squirming in his arms. “No! No, no, no!” “YES!” Chad shouts back. Then he leaps into the air, cannonballs, and the pair of us go crashing into the water, casting a splattering tidal wave at all the spectators around the pool. For a blissful, out-of-body moment, it’s just us beneath
