Ank looked at their clothes, which they’d laid out across several scraggly bushes.
Williams just looked at him, suddenly sobered. “What’s gotten into you? You sleep on the wrong side of your shell? It’s fresh water. And cold!” He looked at Sheila. “Let’s get out of here and let the kids come in one at a time.”
She looked back at him, clearly smitten.
Williams paused, looking down into the water. “It’s no longer an issue, Ank. Don’t worry about it. Fine. Take the kids back to camp and we’ll ...” He glanced at Sheila. “We’ll get dressed.”
“Kids, go with Ank. You can come in after breakfast.”
“Ah, but I want to come in now!” shouted Erik.
“After breakfast,” said Sheila curtly. “You heard the man.”
Ank turned around and headed for the campsite, and, to his surprise, the children follow
