She was turning into a fish, she said. This had been going on for days. Couldn’t he see? Couldn’t he smell it on her? She smelled of the sea. She found two fish scales under her pillow! Mira jiggled her bracelets above his head. Her voice alone would not get his attention. Tomo raised his newspaper, pulled his head in – a tortoise retreating into its shell. “Just look at them,” Mira said, slapping two fish scales on the paragraph that he was reading. Wet circles started to engulf the words…
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