Vincenzo looked up sharply. Some of the Manor kid seemed to think it was funny to splash non-swimmers and he had been told that he was within his rights to give them a sharp telling-off and any complaining parents could be referred to Abrams.
He got up and went to the edge of the pool and looked down, frowning.
Nobody - nothing at all. Just a bit more of a chop on the water than normal.
"It must have been a freak wave," he suggested to the other reader. "Is yur book very wet?"