Cal climbed too high into a lazy looking tree. It wasn’t an aspen, but it did that thing with its leaves.
His parents were the type no one could seem to know anything about, not even Cal himself. They were all but absentee — in and out, short on resource, and selfish I think. I was jealous of his freedom before I knew enough to pity him.
He called down, “Would you rather explore any part and depth of the Pacific in a submersible, or spacewalk one orbit of the Earth in an EMU?”