In books there’s always the drunk one. And the hesitant one. And the sober, sensible one – the person warning about the lake’s depth, the submerged dangers and the weeds to get tangled in. I should have been that person when we went down to the water in the dark, but instead we three were all the first kind. Giggling, we pulled off our clothes, plunged in, screaming at the cold.
A full five minutes of laughing and splashing went by before we missed him.
‘Peter!’ We tread water. ‘Stop messing around!’
In the blink of an eye we became the third person.
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