the end
that
lifted and
swung with
the tide
while the
east wind
blew a
heavy
steady sea
outside
the
entrance
to the
harbour.
“What’s
that?” she
asked a
waiter and
pointed to
the long
backbone
of the
great fish
that was
now just
garbage
waiting to
go out
with the
tide.
“Tiburon,”
the waiter
said.
“Shark.”
He was
meaning to
explain
what had
happened.
“I didn’t
know
sharks had
such
handsome,
beautifully
formed
tails.” “I
didn’t
either,”
