Kennedy Linton leaned on the railing of the pier, staring at the distant ships as they bobbed and rocked on the waves. Beside her, her younger sister Idina sat, cross-legged, poking herself in the arm with a stick. She giggled, changing hands so both sides got the same treatment.
"Must you do that?"
"No."
"Then why do you do it?"
"Does it bother you?"
"No. I just wonder what the point is."
"It's on either end. And one of them is currently prodding me in the arm."
"Smart arse."
Idina laughs, sticking her tongue out.
"Why do you watch the boats?"
"Because they bring me comfort."
"So... same as why I do this."
"I ... suppose. I must admit I don't understand."
"Would you like me to explain?"
"I ... don't know if I do."
"Okay. Well, if you change your mind, I'll be here with my stick."
"... ... ..."
"... ... ..."
"Thanks for agreeing to come with me. It really means a lot."
"It's alright."
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