— Okay, enough of the circus, climb out already, — the daughter-in-law said irritably.
No one reached out a hand.
At some point she finally managed to grab the edge of the pier, braced her elbows, and with difficulty pulled herself out. She lay on the boards, breathing heavily, water dripping from her hair, her lips trembling.
The laughter slowly faded.
She rose to her feet. She looked at them for a long time — without shouting, without hysteria. Just a gaze with neither tears nor pleading.
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