When we got back to the house, we
noticed Anthony was missing. So, we went back down that small dirt
road to the lake. This time we didn’t bring any of our tubes or our
rafts or our books or our chairs. No one could understand where he
could go. We were all supposed to keep our life jackets on.
They found his tapping the shore,
trying to get its attention. “Anthony’s gone,” it wanted to
say.
We called the police, but they haven’t
come. I didn’t think they would.
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