“BringanyofthepapersofthetimethatIwasgoheoldmansaid.

“YoumustgetwellfastforthereismuchthatIlearnandyouteachmeeverything.Howmuchdidyousuffer？”

“Plenty，”theoldmansaid.

“I’llbringthefoodandthepapers，”theboysaid.“Restwell，oldman.Iwillbringstufffromthedrugstoreforyourhands.”

“Don’tfettotellPedricotheheadishis.”

“No.Iwillremember.”

Astheboywentoutthedooranddowntheworncoralrockroadhewasgagain.

ThatafternoonthereartyoftouristsattheTerradlookingdownieramoybeersanddeadbarracudasawomansawagreatlongwhitespihahugetailattheendthatliftedandswungwiththetidewhiletheeastwindblewaheavysteadyseaoutsidetheentraheharbour.

“What’sthat？”sheaskedawaiterandpoihelongbaeofthegreatfishthatwasnowjustgarbagewaitingtogooutwiththetide.

“Tiburon，”thewaitersaid.“Eshark.”Hewasmeaningtoexplainwhathadhappened.

“Ididn’tknowsharkshadsudsome，beautifullyformedtails.”

“Ididher，”hermalepanionsaid.

Uptheroad，inhisshack，theoldmanwassleepingagai
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