On Friday, the sun blazed high in the sky.

I sat at the prow of the boat, sending Norton a photo.

Half a minute later, Norton called me.

“Norton, do you want to guess how deep the water is here?”

I turned around with a smile at the person beside me on the boat.

It was Norton’s mother Zona.

“Doreen, are you on the phone with Norton?” She was a bit hard of hearing, so she spoke loudly enough for Norton to hear.

I smiled at her and nodded.

“Does Aunt Zona know how to swim?” I asked Norton with a hint of interest.

“Doreen, you’re trying to get back...