with bats feasting on the mosquitoes, their excited squeaks filled the night air. I hung my hand out the side of the boat and let my fingers just kiss the surface of the water. Every now and then I thought I caught a glimpse of something silver, big and silver swimming alongside the boat.
      I think my brother Thompson must have seen it too cause he yelled.
    “Get your fingers in the boat Lola,” he said, “fore something bites them off.”
       I just laughed and splashed him cause I was sixteen that night and nothing not even my awful brother could spoil it for me. Well he did not cotton to being splashed so as soon as we got across to main channel he headed up the first creek to Sandy Landing and when we...

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