When I looked back, I saw their bodies, stick men on the shore, and I also saw Corky gawking at me over an expanse of weeds or brush, away from my parents, like an evil character from a picture book. I kept paddling, imagining myself a sort of female Viking with a horned hat, my blonde hair flying in the breeze. My arm muscles and back felt good. Plop, stroke, feather (drip); plop, stroke, feather.
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