Michael Malone - Weebly

chariot and sweep her away. She had set aside his
mood as irrelevant to her and him. "Oh, that's all right."
She smiled.
"It was a nuthouse at home. Well. Hey. Now look.
I'm going to show off for you. Let's see if I can still cut
it." By his hands he sprang out of the pool. She watched
him walk to the other end. Water ran down the curls of
his hair, down the small of his back, down his legs.
From the top of the ladder he waved at her. There
was nothing else for either of them to notice but the
other's mysterious beauty.
To this party Kate Ransom had invited not only old
childhood friends stuck in Dingley Falls between spring
term and summer plans, but several young couples
sharing rented cabins on Lake Pissinowno whom she'd
met at the marina. Near nudity hastened
acquaintanceship among the guests. Several, clustered
in the middle of the pool, chased a volleyball. A wave
splashed Arthur Abernathy's trousers as he sat in a
lounge chair next to Emerald and gazed glumly at his
twin brother, Lance, who now walked on his hands the
length of the diving board. Having known Lance for