Clara slips into the lake like a secret. She’s always the first one to dive in and you’ll see the top of her face more than the rest of her. She peers over the water’s surface, hair slicked back and eyes bright with mischief. She hums Girl Scout songs you forgot you knew and will teach you how to skip rocks. When you call out that dinner is ready, she only begrudgingly leaves the water, and she’ll happily show you her favorite constellations after dessert.
