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I watch the water lapse around my ankles creating shimmering ringlets of light.

A slight splash warns me of her approach; the little girl staying with us.

"Gotcha" I say as I turn to grab her. Yet I grasp only air in my closing arms.

"Boo!"

I trip, sending up a spray of water.

"How did you...?" I sputter, but I am unable to finish.

Her bubbly laughter is too contagious. The question forgoten we go back to having fun.