in his quiet voice, “I can’t swim in the deep water yet. Mommy said I have to keep them on until I learn.”
“Nonsense,” Frank sneered, his face twisting with contempt. “You’re a Vance. Vance men are born knowing how to swim. We don’t need flotation devices like weak little girls. Mark! Get over here!”
Mark swam over from the swim-up bar where he’d been continue reading …