Molly rolled her eyes – not at Rena, but at her absent father. “That’s what my dad said too. Practice. Only there was always something better to do.” Molly shrugged. “I don’t have anything but time here, though.” When she’d first left Tide, it had been to get away from the pain the little town caused her. Now she had found a place that offered what she was searching for. There was no unpleasantness. People were courteous, kind, and often aloof. Knowing this was what came of wishing, Molly couldn’t help but be disappointed. She hadn’t realized that, despite the outward differences, she would still be so completely alone. Mug in hand, she took another sip to cover her musings.
“Hm, but it is getting a little bit cold for swimming. If you want to learn, we should begin sooner rather than later. And we should start with the pond – no rivers. Anything with a current is much trickier to manage.”