Stop Using My Fear as Your Game
I'm learning to swim when my childhood friend, Vivian Thorne, fakes a cramp. My boyfriend, Oliver Wilde, suddenly lets go of my hand and swims toward her.
I'm left alone in the two-yard-deep pool, completely stunned.
After Oliver carries Vivian ashore, he smiles as he watches me thrash around.
"Vivian says you rely on me too much and need a push to learn, so just swim over here yourself."
I choke on water and sink.
At the sight of my struggle, Vivian laughs so hard she slaps her thigh.
Oliver says something to her, then drapes a towel over her shoulders in resignation.
Even though I can't hear what he says, I bet it must be, "Now that you've had your laugh, don't tease her the next ti