“"I'm scared I'll slip and fall." Up to my own knees in swirling brown water, I looked back at Jason. The creek had narrowed. On one side, a wall of rocks rose up steeply and on the other the bank was much higher than it had been. The jolly sound the water had made as it ran rapidly over pebbles in the sunlight had deepened into a melancholy gurgle.
"Let's go back," Jason pleaded. "I don't like it here. It's scary." I looked across the stream. At the top of the bank I could see a path. "Why don...'t we climb up there and follow that path back? I'm tired of wading." Jason looked worried. "Aunt Grace said we weren't supposed to cross the creek." "So? She isn't here to see us, is she? And, anyway, she's not our mother. We don't have to do everything she tells us." "But we might get lost." By now Jason was standing next to me, plucking at my shorts with one hand.
"How can we get lost? The path follows the creek.
Come on, Jason, my feet feel absolutely waterlogged. Look, they're all wrinkly, the way they get if you stay in the bathtub too long." I held up one foot and almost lost my balance.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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