"Damn river's ice cold," Jay spat. He fed the rope some slack and Ruthie drifted out a few feet. "Turn around." "Why? "Just do it." "You're a nutty old broad." "I am," Ruthie agreed. "But if you don't keep your back turned for a full five minutes, I'll report you to Nancy. I'll tell her you hatched this plan, that you robbed me. I'll see you ruined." Jay called her an antique female dog, but did as she requested. Ruthie had worked her skirt off already. Next she undid the buttons of her blouse, and then sawed a jackknife through the rope. She'd planned well, had even spent time sharpening the blade. There. She floated. A current caught her at once. It was wonderful.