Molly nodded and smiled. It was a good place to start. When Rena danced, she became lithe and graceful. Every eye in the pub would turn to watch her. It was something Molly envied. But in the water, Molly had her own grace. Hour upon hour of diving and chasing her friend through the waves had left her nimble and quick. “Don’t mind me. I’m just gonna change for a minute.”
Molly tossed off her belt, skirts, and other odds and ends until she was down to trousers and shirt. The material of both was light and threadbare so as not to absorb water easily. She wanted to just run and dive in to the pond, but that would have startled Rena. Molly forced her steps to be light, neither rushing nor lingering. From there, she found a deeper drop off and gently lowered herself down.
Bobbing for a minute, she got a feel for the water. It wasn’t very deep at all; Rena would probably like that. Then, as good as her word, Molly swam a few strokes over and along the shoreline. Her movements were smooth, cutting through the water easily. When she’d gone as far as she liked, she agilely flipped over and came back. “The neat thing about water,” she happily called out to Rena, “is that you’re body gets much lighter. It’s the clothing that gets heavy.” Rena needed to understand that if she was going to get anywhere with this.