Molly thought nothing suspicious of Rena’s ability to write. Writing had been important to Theo, and she had had very little experience with other girls growing up. She knew that some couldn’t write, but she imagined that just as many could.
“Well, if you don’t mind. I’d be happy to buy more if and when we need it.” She was sure Rena had to have some purpose for it. People didn’t go around buying things they didn’t need. But maybe it was left over from something. That was probably it.
Molly’s mouth twisted into a wry smile. Most of those skills weren’t useful inland. And she could say that with some authority. But when Rena mentioned swimming, Molly’s expression changed. She noted the tone of voice. It wasn’t that different from when Molly had agreed that maybe she wanted to practice writing. Worried that this was a delicate topic; she’d try to go gently. “You don’t know how to swim?” The words weren’t at all tactful, though they were kindly said, so she added, “I never know what to expect here – what people know and don’t know. There are actually quite a few sailors who don’t know how to swim and, well, my family always thought that was dangerous. I wasn’t allowed to set foot on a boat until they were certain I knew how to keep afloat.” She was getting away from the point. “But I’d be happy to teach you. It’s really not that hard.” She smiled, making light of her own ignorance, “Not as hard as writing anyway.” Molly took a sip of her tea before it could get any colder.