Chaim walked gingerly down the rocky path sidestepping a fallen branch and a small cluster of rocks.
He hadn’t been to this part of the camp grounds in years — decades actually. He remembered coming here in the early years of his marriage and Rivky suggesting that they go out for a boat ride.
She’d giggled and said “Come on it’s such a married thing to do. I would always watch my sisters and dream of going out with my own husband. Zeldy said she’ll take a picture. It will be so cool.” He probably should have told her he was scared right away — scared of boats of the water of the whole thing. But he couldn’t. He knew her family that it would become an instant joke: Chaim are showers also scary? What about drinking water is that okay? So instead he said he wasn’t feeling well. The next time he said he didn’t have a bathing suit. There was no third time.
Eventually as the kids grew older Rivky would take them out on her own a tight little group coming back to the bungalow soaked and laughing.
