Anna ate her spaghetti and meatballs with her eyes fixed on the water. She was waiting for the diver to surface, but he did not. He was breathing underwater. She tried to picture him at the bottom of the bay—would he walk or swim? What was down there? Jealousy and longing spasmed through her. “Would they ever let us do that?” she murmured.

“Would you want to?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

Nell gave a disbelieving laugh. “They’d never let us. But they might just make us. If the men keep leaving in droves.”