The younger sends a pic of the Napali coast from the catamaran: lapping water, green cliffs, pink sky. The older sends back a blurry photo of her own foot, toes splayed, linoleum beneath, highchair leg in the corner.
The younger calls about swimming at night with manta rays, attracted by
flashlights. 137 have been documented and if you find a new one, you get to name it. The older one says I'll call you right back and sends texts of her
own name 137 times.
How did you do that? asks the younger, as she sips her third.
Why did I do that? asks the older. Let us ask why.