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and showered the lawn between the pool and the parking lot. When I was sure everyone was gone, I got out.
    In the dressing room, I peeled off my suit and kicked it out of the way, hating it for being so ugly—the stupid rainbow lettering and the leaping dolphin. All I wanted to do was put on some dry clothes and get home as fast as I could. I patted myself dry, twisted the towel around my hair. That’s when Trevor came in.
    “Hey,” he said. He leaned against the lockers looking at me as if I wasn’t standing there naked, as if he had run into me at the line at the snack bar.
    My stomach sank and my heart started to pound. I grabbed my towel to cover myself. “What are you doing?”
    “Oh, god! Sorry!” he laughed, pretending to be startled. He stepped back outside but kept talking to me through the open door. “Hope I wasn’t too harsh on you out there. You know I’m only tough on the people I love. You okay, Eve? Wanna talk?”
    His voice slid across the room, cheerful and menacing. I pulled on my clothes and jumped on the bench, reaching across the top of the lockers to the long, narrow louvered window. If I had to get out that way, I’d need a broom or a pole. I didn’t see one. The only way out was the dressing-room door.
    Someone called out to Trevor, asking him how his dad was and if his brother had given up poker and found a real job instead of cheating old guys like him out of their money. A set of keys jingled, and I edged out the door. Trevor and an old guy freckled with age spots threw back their heads and laughed at the sky. I could feel Trevor try to catch my eye, but his glance rolled off me and broke into a hundred pieces while I ran home.
    Days later I was spending the night with Lark. We were making sugar cookies, decorating them with colored icing and sprinkles, eating them warm, and washing them down with milk.
    “So, you really like Trevor?” I asked.
    “As a guy?” She looked horrified.
    “No, of course not. As a coach.”
    “Absolutely,” she said. “I think he’s awesome. He told me I could win a diving scholarship to UVA. He says I’ve got to carry on the Dolphin legacy. Only I don’t like diving that much.”
    “Why not?” I asked. “You’re so good at it.”
    “It’s too . . . stunted! I mean, you take three steps, jump, flip, and then it’s over. I like to cover more ground.”
    We went on rolling dough and cutting it into shapes. My stomach began to knot up and feel cold.
    “I think he might like me . . . ,” I said.
    “What?” she exclaimed. She held the tube of pink icing in midair. “You’re crazy.”
    I wanted to tell her how he touched me, how he came into the changing room when I was there, but it was obvious he had never done anything like that to her. I tried again.
    “I feel him looking at me sometimes. . . .”
    “It’s your boobs,” she said. “Guys can’t help it. You should get used to it.”
    Finally I told my mother, but she asked the wrong questions.
    “Did he touch you between your legs?”
    “No.”
    “Were his clothes on?”
    “Yes.”
    She leaned back and looked at me for a moment.
    “Were there other people there?”
    “YES!” I yelled. “I told you! The first time was at the meet. Right after my race. Everyone was there. But no one was looking at us, and even if they were, they couldn’t have seen it. And the second time I was alone in the changing room.”
    “Tell me again; what did he do in the changing room?”
    “Nothing! He looked at me! I was in there alone, and he walked in on me. He did it on purpose, and he scared me.”
    I started crying and my mom asked me if I wanted her to do anything, like tell Coach Landis, or take me to a therapist, and I said no. All I wanted to do was quit the team, and she said I could. So I dropped out.
    I didn’t know how to tell Lark that I wouldn’t be going to practice anymore. At first I said I was sick and that the doctor thought I had mono. Then I said that swim team