Taking a breath that felt like borrowing courage from a future, braver version of herself, Selene lowered into the water. The cold was a shock, a baptism. She pushed off the wall, elbows flailing like a wounded duck.
“Welcome aboard,” she said, and splashed him. WettMelons
“WETTMELONS!” she shrieked, the sound gurgling out of her. Taking a breath that felt like borrowing courage