She rowed steadily, watching her boys. They faced her, sharing the back seat of the wooden boat. The fat tube she had roped to the back of the boat as a pretend lifeboat bounced on the waves.
“In case of an iceberg.” She winked.
The young boys laughed. “Mooommm, there are no icebergs here.”
The Drummond family approached in their sky-blue speedboat. They towed their teenage daughter, who hooted as she jumped the wake on one ski. The driver, Mr. Drummond, smiled and looked back to see his daughter’s delight.
He would’ve hit the shore, if the rowboat hadn’t been there.