“Come on, you wuss! Don’t give up!” yelled a young red-haired boy through his own laughter, glancing down at his plastic wristwatch. “Fifteen more seconds!”
“Fifteen more seconds?” came the reply, laden with exhausted disbelief from the boy’s heavy-set friend. He sat waist-deep in a shallow stream of water along the smooth sand. His eyes were wide and his voice shaky but excited. “Are you s-s-serious???”
Jogging by briskly along an isolated beach, Lisa Kimble couldn’t help but form a smile upon eavesdropping in on the boys’ conversation. They were the same two kids she had seen the day before searching through the nearby woods for Indian arrowheads. Now they were in their swimming trunks, contesting who could sit in freezing-cold spring water the longest.
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