Posey looks embarrassed. “I guess I need to brush up on my whale sounds.”
We swim toward the singing until a giant humpback whale emerges from the ocean shadows.
“Well, here’s your chance!” I say.
Inky wraps each of her eight arms around me.
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
I hug her back and say, “I can tell. Don’t worry, Inky. If anyone can handle this, it’s Posey.”
And I’m right! Posey sings, grunts, and whistles with the whale. Is there nothing my imaginary friend can’t do?
