“Damn that man.” Rachel laughed as I walked into the kitchen. She was gulping a glass of seltzer to calm her stomach. “He used to do things like that to me all the time.” She shook her head. “And he lets me set myself up for something like that every single time. You’d think I’d expect it.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” I asked her.
She looked at me and after a minute, she sighed.
“What can I do?” She smiled. “It’s probably all the fun he has. And he works so hard. If I can make him laugh once a year, it isn’t bad.” Then she put the glass in the sink and turned to me. “Let’s go for a swim before dinner.”
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” I said.
“Are you shy? I’m your sister. I never wear a bathing suit, except in mixed company, if the occasion dictates it.” She rinsed her ha
