There was a long pause until April reached for it. “I’m going first. It’s my birthday.” She took a drink. “Farewell teens, hello twenties!”
Chloe took the bottle from April. “Not quite what you’d expected, eh?”
April shrugged underwater, preferring to keep her shoulders warm. “I’d rather not drive in a blizzard.”
“Whatever. It’s not like you’re ever in a hurry to get home.”
“The Weather Network was way off with the forecast,” said Mel.
“There was a blizzard the night I was born. Mom couldn’t get to the hospital, Dad couldn’t get home in time. The neighbours delivered me.”
“Ooh, Milborough story time,” Kendra teased. “Was the creepy doctor there?”
“No idea. Probably. It’s not like anyone ever told me the whole story. When I got my licence I found out my birth certificate says I was born on the last day of March, but people insist I was born in April.”
“I have no idea how to respond to that,” Mel said. “More wine might help.”
Chloe passed her the bottle. “I can’t wait to meet your family. They can’t really be that bad.”
“Want to know why we’re staying at the Empire Hotel all weekend? Because my parents still don’t have a guest room or even a bedroom for me.” April gestured for the wine and took a long drink. “And no way am I staying with my brother. His kids are even more out of control than ever and his wife runs a sewing school out of their guest room. Family stories. Buzzkill.” April passed the bottle to Mel and ducked her head under the water for a moment, then resurfaced and gasped loudly. “Damn! Cold, cold, cold!”
Kendra shushed her. They didn’t want to get caught by other guests. “Let’s get back inside and order that pizza.” The others quickly agreed.
Ten metres suddenly seemed a large distance. April counted to three and they ran.