The boy went running after it, and so did she, after she set down the rod. He got his hands around its slippery body, but it spurted right out again. She shrieked again—“it’s getting away”—and then a woman’s shoes stepped into her field of vision. Cork heels, canvas tops, a gold ankle bracelet. One kick from those shoes and the fish skidded across the dock into the lake. It immediately disappeared into the water’s depths.“Didn’t I tell you not to get in any trouble?” the woman demanded. She clamped a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Now you made me ruin my shoes. We wasted our time coming here. Come on.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to get in any trouble?” the woman demanded. She clamped a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Now you made me ruin my shoes. We wasted our time coming here. Come on.”The boy d
