The Fish Does Not Have to Be Real
John Whitworth sat at his desk, his head turning to peer through the glass double doors that also served as his only window to look out over a small portion of Puget Sound. Mount Rainier was visible far in the distance with the sun beginning to arc over its crest. It was close to noon on Bainbridge Island.
You can’t catch a fish in such a contraption,” he said, turning to her. Anka leaned forward, walked slowly over and grabbed him by the hand. She led him back to the part of the trench Whitworth had been digging at when he’d noticed the boys building their fish trap. After a moment she released his hand and gestured for Whitworth to lean down
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Fish Do Not Have to Be Real: