Chapter 16
So, that’s how it went. We watched as the guys helped lower Dean out the window and into the dark water below using the blanket and rope, like some reverse Rapunzel savior. I couldn’t help but think how Dean’s feet would stay wet as his Nikes went under first. Grateful, I felt compelled to send him some encouragement.
“Mr. Hardcastle!” I warbled after him. “Take this golden wrench with you for good luck!” I feigned tossing him the jeweled tool.
A grin passed over his intent face as he reflexively caught the air. Then he turned to Ray-Ray, all business, deferring to the local. “I’m Dean. What do we do now?”
The adults had decided that Cath and Miss Lizzie should go first—one couldn’t be without the other. Miss Lizzie couldn’t have weighed over a hundred pounds, so they were s
