Abby often insists on calling food by the source. She calls pork pigs, and bacon flat pigs, and beef cows, and so on. She doesn’t mind eating meat, but she wants to know where it came from.

“Awesome!” Pop says. “What about you, Ada-bean? What’s happening with you?”

I force my face into a casual expression. “Dolphins, volcanoes, pigs. That’s a fairly accurate description of our trip so far.” I poke Abby in the side. I have an idea. “Tell her we should go paddleboarding on the lagoon,” I say to Pop.

“I don’t know,” he says. “Are you sure she’s big enough for that? She’s only five.”

“It will be fine!” I rant. “She’s a great swimmer! She’ll wear a life jacket! I’ll do all the work!” I sigh. “Never mind.”

Pop is looking at me intently. Even through the phone, I can feel his dark brown eyes examining me, like I am a patient he needs to figure out a diagnosis for. “What’s going on with you, Ada? What’s wrong?”

Both of my parents have asked me this today. I obviously need to get better at acting like things are fine.

“Ada and Afton are having a fight,” Abby volunteers.

Pop’s bushy eyebrows lift. “A fight? Still?”

“Again,” I say with a sigh. “Or, kind of still.”

“What about? It’s not like you two not to get along.”

I bite my lip. I don’t know what to tell him. Anything but the truth. Anything.

“I don’t even know,” Abby says wistfully. “But it’s a doozy.”

“Leo called the home line the other day,” Pop says carefully.

Even my toes clench at the mention of Leo. He should have known I’d be in Hawaii. I told him weeks ago. I complained about how I was being forced to go. I moaned about how much I would miss him. Did he even listen to me when I spoke? “I don’t care about Leo. Leo is a total—” I pause to modify my choice of language on Abby’s behalf.

“Asshole,” she fills in brightly.

“Abby, we don’t say—”

“He cheated on me,” I blurt out.

“What does cheated mean?” Abby asks. “Is it like when Pop cheats at Go Fish?”

“I’m so sorry, Ada,” Pop says.

“Thanks.”

“But how does this have anything to do with you fighting with Afton?”

“Afton broke up with her boyfriend on Friday, so they wouldn’t have to do the long-distance thing at college. It was very mature of them,” I report. “So clearly she and I are in a competition to see who has the most gruesomely broken heart. And I don’t want to brag, but I’m winning.”

“Yeah, especially now that Afton has a new boyfriend!” Abby announces, proud that she knows some of the answers. “Michael!”

Pop frowns. “Michael? Michael Wong?”