Eleanor looked out across the undisturbed lake, its surface glassy and dark. She imagined a body, rigid and pale, weighted to the black bottom, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. Her stomach felt tight. All traces of the sun were gone, and every shape turned into shadow against the waning twilight. “Did you invite any friends?” Sophie’s grey eyes blinked innocently. “Peter’s on his way.” Eleanor answered, feeling self-conscious. “I look forward to finally meeting him,” Sophie raised an eyebrow, grinning suggestively. “He’s just a friend,” Eleanor insisted. “But you two spend so much time together,” Sophie hinted. “From everything you’ve told me, don’t you think—” “No. I don’t.” Eleanor punctuated a little too emphatically. “What are you two talking about?” A thin blonde with a Marilyn mole interjected. “Eleanor is telling me about her new boyfriend,” Sophie answered. “Oh, is that him?” The blonde pointed to a tall, thin shadow waving from the darkness. Eleanor stood up and Peter set course for her silhouette.