“I am not,” I insisted.
She smiled a little. “Then get in.”
I remained on dry land, which only widened her smile. “Just get out of the water. I’ve won.”
“No, you have to catch me. If you don’t catch me, you don’t win.”
“But you’ll have to leave the water at some point,” I reminded her.
“Maybe.”
“No, you will. It’s cold, and you can’t stay there forever,” I insisted.
“Well, I’ll stay for as long as I can.”
“Alison, you’re going to get tired, and when you start getting tired, you’ll get cold.”
“I’m not losing today.”
“You aren’t winning!” I retorted.
“We’ll see.”
“Alison, get out of the water!” I demanded.
“Get in!”
“No!”
“Because you’re scared,” she mocked. “Never learned to swim?”
She swam a little further into the deep end just to taunt me, and my heart raced with frustration that I couldn’t overcome my fear of the water. I followed her until she stopped, turning to me with a teasing smile.
“It’s nice,” she teased.
“Get out of the water!”
“No, you have to catch me.”
“Alison!”
“Yes, Master?” she replied sarcastically.
“Get out! Right now!”
“No.”
“You’ll be in so much trouble if you don’t get out of the water!”
“I’m still staying because you can’t reach me,” she reminded me.
“You’ll grow tired! Haven’t you listened?”
“But I’m not tired yet.”
“Alison!”
She continued to smile and swim around, mocking me, while I paced nervously at the side of the pool. This was not how I had envisioned things playing out.