Sometimes she stays awake all night. I hear her padding to the fridge, back and forth to the bathroom. She kickboxes with MAX in the gym at 3am because of a burning need to be alert at all times. It's admirable, but unnecessary. Still, you try telling her that. Kayo is a law unto herself; she follows anticipated orders from Dad in those pre-dawn hours, and those are the times when I admit to myself that she's more than my equal.
There's a splash. She's in the pool, and the day has yet to begin.