We’re standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down into the turbulent waters.
Somehow, the cliff seems much higher than I remember it.
“Are you sure this is where I jumped?” Alistair is gazing down into the water. His face is a little pale. “I don’t think I could have.”
“No, you did.” I stare at the rocks below and then at that long, foamy fall gushing down into the creek. “A hundred times at least.”
“Hm.” He frowns. “Seems a little reckless.”
“See, that’s what I tried telling you fifteen years ago.”
I pull him back a little. “Look, bottom line, I’m not letting you jump off this cliff today, all right?”
He looks at me. Smiles.
“Alistair, I’m warning you. Don’t you even think about it.”
“Or what?” He steps back a few feet and stands on one foot, pulling his shoe off.
“No, no, n
