Megan, the youngest girl in the group, shivered in her bright red bathing suit as rivulets of water ran down her legs and her crossed arms. Her teeth chattered.Mark Kendall handed her a towel. “Here you go, kid.” He helped her drape it over her head and around her little body. “What’s with the goose bumps?”“The water’s c-c-cold….” She pulled the towel so tightly around her that he could see her small, bony shoulder blades jutting through the terry cloth.“We’ll take care of that.” He grabbed another towel and started to dab at droplets of water glistening on her arms. “You did great today, Megs.”“You think so?”“I think so.”Megan grinned.“Tomorrow we’ll get you to swim a little farther.”She wrinkled her nose at him. “I got tired today.”“You can do it, though. I know you can. When you do, you’ll be really proud of yourself. Just wait and see.”“You think so?” she asked.“I think so.”“I’ll swim farther tomorrow—” Megan bargained “—if you’ll let me get a Pepsi out of the machine today.”He laughed at her.
