“Susie, Mary, dinner is ready!”
Carol walked into the neglected backyard of their new home, expecting to find her twin daughters hiding from her again. A rustling sound came from the overgrown hedge that divided the lawn from the pool area. With outstretched arms and wide, glaring eyes, she jumped behind it to spook the girls, but found only one: Mary.
She was crying.
And dripping wet.
A pit gathered in Carol’s stomach. In the calmest voice she could muster, she asked, “Where’s Susie?”
Mary pointed to the broken gate leading to the pool.
“We just wanted to be fishes, Mommy.”