“Your head’s as wet as it can get” Catherine said.
“I just wanted to feel it” the girl said.
“Wade out, David, and get a good cold one,” Catherine said. And after he had poured the clear cool sea water on Marita’s head they left her lying with her face on her arms and swam out to sea. They floated easily like sea animals and Catherine said, “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I wasn’t crazy?”
“You’re not crazy.”
“Not this afternoon,” she said, “Anyway not so far.”