Molly had stopped dancing and giggled at the dog who invaded the pool and the man who followed. "The whale of his own ocean. Your pup has petals on his nose." Sure enough some of the wisteria petals had decided to cling to wet fur.
She began to walk the very edge of the pool, one foot before the other. The man was cute, so was the white monster of a dog. They suited each other in their gangly way. "He may as well enjoy while I can't. Tick, tick. Mustn't swim until the minutes march on. Dancing makes the clock move faster."
Molly drew even with the man. "Sink or swim. Floating works too, It's easy to float by on life's water, but swimming gets you further. You're friend has outrun you."