"The water is cold, Cathy. Get up." I sighed as I leaned against the tree, watching Cathy running her feet through the water of the lake, sitting on the bank. The sky was getting darker. Not because of the time but because of the foul weather. And she was in no hurry to leave this place. Instead, she was enjoying it all by herself.

I saw her shaking her head in disagreement. "It's not cold at all. But it feels wonderful. You should come here and do this." with a swift motion, she turned her head to me and called me to join using her four fingers pointing down, with...