(Rebecca's POV)
The party ends at five.
Jack releases the pond skater at 4:47. We kneel at the pond together and he tips the jar sideways until the skater slides out onto the water.
The skater doesn't move for three seconds.
Then his legs splay. He finds the surface tension. He skates.
Jack watches him disappear under a lily pad.
"He's going home," Jack says.
"He is."
"Do you think he'll remember the jar?"
I look at my son.
Seven years old. Science fair ribbon still pinned to his shirt from Friday. Asking if a pond skater has memory.
"I don't know," I say.
"I think he will," Jack says. "I think he'll tell his friends. And they won't believe him."
Sean appears at the edge of the pond.
"Ready?" he asks Jack.
Jack nods.
He picks up his net. His empty jar. Looks at me.
"Same t
