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By Diane Hammond
Hannah the elephant is flourishing in her new domestic, peacemaker Truman Levy is the hot director of the Max L. Biedelman Zoo, and lifestyles in Bladenham, Washington, has eventually settled down . . . or has it? From his eccentric aunt Ivy, Truman learns of the plight of a desperately unwell, captive killer whale named Friday.
Reluctantly Truman is of the same opinion to provide the orca a brand new home—and a brand new hire on life—at the zoo. yet now not everyone believes in his captivity. quickly the Max L. Biedelman Zoo is embroiled in a whale-size controversy and Friday's destiny is up for grabs.
Like The paintings of Racing within the Rain and Water for Elephants, Friday's Harbor superbly illuminates the exact bond among animals and people.
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His fingers surround them, harder and harder, as if he wanted to tear them off. The band starts up again and we dance among the oleander once more. A distant street lamp illumi nates my naked breasts. The taste of his skin in my mouth is so bitter that I have to drink two glasses of water to rinse it out. When they came back to the table. I wanted to tell him something: that I had touched him, that I had tasted him. I did nothing but we shook hands and I held on to his longer than necessary. 35 MARBLE SKIN I thought I could still feel the imprint of her nipple on his palm.
Her words hung in the air, defining that specific space, 43 MA R B L E SKI N under the bath, damp, shadow, blindness, silence. Silence. Things you don’t talk about but which enchain you all the same. Carefully, with her fingertips, she stripped off my organdie dress - I would never again wear it as the stain never came out, even after she boiled it. She grabbed my arm, frightened I would dart away, that I would escape. ’ Even though for years I had been washing myself, I offered no resistance. I crouched in the bath.
I stand in the dark as the trickle runs down my thighs. I go to the bathroom. The water is so cold my teeth chatter. I am afraid that she will hear this unwel come noise and come and find me crouching in the bath, naked, transfixed . . I do not dry myself on a towel for fear of dirtying it. I take off my nightdress, 40 SLAVENKA DRAKULld) roll it into a ball and wedge it between my legs. I go back to bed taking care to avoid the wet patch. She wakes me at dawn. ‘You have sullied everything,’ she says.
Friday's Harbor (Max L. Biedelman Zoo, Book 2) by Diane Hammond