noone notices the contrast of white on white
The answer comes with the sudden clatter of every cupboard door in the nearby kitchen flying open at once, followed by a spirit tumbling out from beneath the overhang as though it has been waiting politely inside the house for precisely this sort of emergency. It’s built of sun-bleached mist and dripping poolwater, its face hidden behind a riot of floating dish towels, and before Flora can so much as twist to identify the newest traitor in her life, two cool hands sweep beneath her arms and lift her clean off Kaisel. There’s only enough time for her curls to fly and for the spirit to give a deeply satisfied little hum before it pivots and hurls her in a perfect, unceremonious arc into the pool. The splash is enormous, obviously, water surging up and over the edge as the spirit dissolves into delighted bubbles and the sharp, chiming sound of pots being banged together somewhere overhead.
