Cissy pulled off her shoes and dropped her naked feet in the fountain.

"Feels good," she said, pointing her toes and splashing water by slapping her bare soles down on the water's surface.

Pam sighed with exasperation. "I told you not to take your shoes off. Now everybody's looking at us."

"But my feet were hot," Cissy said. "It was such a long walk down here."

On the other side of the fountain, three young kids jumped in and tromped around, giggling and kicking water at each other.

Cissy smirked at Pam. "There, you see," Cissy said. "There's nothing wrong with putting your feet in the water. Everybody does it."

"Those are stupid little brats," Pam said. "Not mature young women like I am, and like you're supposed to be."

Cissy looked around as if she'd lost interest in the conversation. Pam sat down at the edge of the fountain next to Cissy, but turned away from the water with her properly shod feet resting on the concrete walk. It was a hot Saturday afternoon in late May, and the campus mall was swarming with people, both students and visitors.

"Glad you came?" Pam asked.

"Oh yes!" Cissy said. "Now that we're here, anyway. I didn't realize it was going to be such a long walk. Look at all the hot guys walking around!"

"Is that all you think about – guys?" Pam made a face. "I'll admit they're a lot more handsome, a lot more sophisticated and mature than the boys we go to school with. But we didn't come down here to gawk at guys. Put your shoes back on. Time to go to the historical museum."

"Do we have to?" Cissy asked. "It's so nice out here in the sun. We spent all week in school."

"Now you don't want to go in?" Pam asked. "We come all the way down here to visit the museum and now all you wanna do is soak your feet in a fountain?"