Midget
By Rey
92. Swimming
Emilia brought Atlanta and I to a nearby lake on Atlanta's report that I refused to swim in the "swimming pool."
Well, the lake is clean enough, safe-looking, and not too crowded, even though a few water-bound vehicles are floating or zipping round. So, without further ado, I take off my clothes and boots and, still garbed in the swimming costume that Emilia gave me, wade into the water.
How – unexpectedly – grateful I am that the adoptive mother and daughter follow suit.
"You know that this lake is actually not for swimming, right?" Emilia translates for her adoptive daughter's signing, with an agreeing, amused smile on her own face, as both catch up to me, paddling lazily in the water.
The astonished and disbelieving looks that the other lake goers give me have told me as much beforehand. But surprisingly, they mean absolutely nothing to me, given the fact that these two people are swimming along with me. So, while I usually do not reply to such… admonishment? Observation?… now I give my fellow swimmer a small grin, before diving into the water and swimming farther to the centre of the lake.
Now, time to give those gawkers something… fun.