Conrad shrugged. “That’s all right.” He swam over to the side of the pool.
“I call Tay-lor,” Jeremiah announced.
“No fair; she’s lighter,” Steven argued. Then he looked over and saw the expression on my face. “It’s just that you’re taller than her is all.”
I didn’t want to play anymore. “Why don’t I just sit out, then? I’d hate to break your back, Steven.”
Jeremiah said, “Aw, I’ll take you, Belly. We’ll take those guys down. I think you’re probably a lot tougher than little Tay-lor.”
Taylor walked down the steps and into the pool slowly, cringing at the temperature. “I’m very tough, Jeremy,” she said.
Then Jeremiah crouched down in the water, and I scrambled to get onto his shoulders. He was slippery, so it was hard to stay on at first. Then he stood up and righted himself.
I shifte
