24
Friends. 1972.
It was close to eleven when the two girls slipped into the opaque pool. Despite the open blinds, the pool house remained in semi-darkness. Rachel suggested that they only do twenty laps, but Emilee insisted on completing the traditional forty.
Rachel waited on her friend at the deep end as Emilee completed her perfect forty and dragged herself out of the water. She rolled onto her back, wheezing and short of breath, sounding like a hundred-pack-year smoker.
Rachel swam closer, making clicking sounds. “I suggested we only do twenty laps, Miss Can’t-Say-No-To-a-Challenge!”
Emilee rolled on her side, facing Rachel. “That will one day be my undoing.”
By the time Emilee had regained her breath, Rachel had dropped her two-piece on the side. “Come. Time for our famous sync
