We walked along the beach, dodging the incoming tide. “I wonder what I’d do if Molly got swept out by a sleeper wave,” my mom mused.
“You’d watch her go,” I said sternly.
“Well…I could just go grab her.”
“You could just get your feet sucked out from under you by a rip tide and die with your dog.”
“I wonder what you’d do if I got swept out by a sleeper wave?” There was a brief but significant silence. “Mom?” I demanded, horrified.
“Remember to swim parallel to shore, honey.”