Go Boating, She Said. It'll Be Fun, She Said.
He took her at her word.
When Catie called him the night before to tell him that she went boating, Rob had to laugh. The last time they fished together, she had cried from the horrible way the worms were speared onto hooks. "Cruel and unusual treatment," she had said, and it was those four words he echoed back to her as soon as she shut up long enough for him to say something back.
Catie was a flower. Flowers don't belong in the ocean. Try tossing one in and see what happens. They float along without any direction, ready to sink at the slightest push. He liked to think of himself as something more powerful and grounded, like a tree overlooking the pathetic, hapless flower that had fallen in. It was a wonder that they came from the same family.
He was Rob. Older. Wiser. Never a snot-nosed Bobby. She was always Catie. Younger. Clueless. Neither Catherine nor great. That said everything about their sibling relationship. They were as different as an astronaut and a cow.
But, since Catie wa