They came to an artificial lake in the garden.
The Summers Family's artificial lake had a long trestle bridge, leading to the center of the lake.
When Cleo went in the water, Alexander Summers brought Purple Summers to the center of the lake to rest.
The cool evening breeze and the bright starry sky made the scene pleasant.
If one disregarded the snake in the water and the man beside her, this place would be perfect for a date.
The lake's surface was very calm, occasionally making rippling sounds. Although Cleo was huge, the waves created by her swimming were gentle. The ripples pushed slowly outwards before dissolving into the water, utterly silent.
"How much longer?" Purple Summers asked Alexander Summers quietly, but her tightly clenched fingers betrayed her anxiety.
She hated this activity. Anyone being dragged out for a nighttime snake-walking excursion would probably feel the same.
"Not much longer," Alexander Summers replied.