“The bus is going to be here any minute.”
He was ignoring her. He scooted to the water’s edge, dropping to his knees to peer into the depths.
“You’re going to get your uniform dirty.”
He flattened on his belly and reached one arm into frigid pond, keeping his face turned to one side.
She stomped over to the boulder beside him. “Will. You. Stop. You’ll miss the bus.”
“I’ve almost got it,” he grunted, pressing his cheek tight against the stone to extend his reach.
Curious, she tipped her head to see what was so interesting down there. She gasped. A cut stone of brilliant blue rested at the edge of a stone shelf three feet underwater. One wrong move and the gem would tumble into unknowable depths. Tugging her thermos strap from her shoulder, she dumped her lunch on the shore. “Hold on. I’ve got an idea.”