Jeffrey was just goofing the other kids. He was underwater, holding his breath, having fun. My wife, Toby, left the house to check. Parents have to do that. Even knowing it was a joke, I hurried out the door.
Parents have to do that.
At the pool's edge, Toby was a step ahead of me, blocking my view. As she cleared from my view, I saw Jeffrey and jumped in. Jeff was near the bottom of the pool. He looked restful. He was facing up, his arms and legs spread slightly, comfortably positioned.