“Over and over again the marlin hurls herself from the sea, completely out of the water, flailing from side to side, then crashing once more, sending spray into the air like a geyser. Her eyes are the size of the saucer Padgett had set his coffee cup on that morning, forever ago. They aren’t looking at him, the eyes. They are searching wildly for what has gone wrong with the world, the world that had been hers until she felt the sting of a hook and the weight of horror behind it.”
