They met in the middle o’ Rainy River on their cardboard duck boats, so far ‘way from everything else that if anyone were to see them, they’d see only 2 inconspicuous black dots.
“¿You have the almond?”
“¿You have the peach?”
They both nodded in sync.
Good: no complications.
They reached their armss out just long ‘nough to reach the other’s arms & grabbed each other by opposite hands @ the same time, loosening the grasp on 1 hand while tightening the grasp on the other, while the other person did parallel.
Then they both turned & rowed their boats ‘way, also in sync.
Madame Deaton couldn’t help feeling a mixed glumness.
I expected there to be mo’ to it than this…