Chapter 17
“Yeah, I actually am. She has a way of drawing these dolphins to her and it’s different than anything I’ve seen before.”
I didn’t mention Grand-père’s method, but it was quite different than Dr. Kamara’s. I don’t know how, but I could tell that Dr. Kamara was not a dolphin, and the dolphins who came to her weren’t people like me and Grand-père, they were the purely animal dolphins. It was easy to tell that Dr. Kamara had a way with them.
“I read your file. I would think from your background that you would be pretty familiar with them too,” Captain White said.
In the same way that I could tell that Dr. Kamara wasn’t a dolphin, I could also tell that Captain White wasn’t either, but there was something different about him, and if he didn’t know everything, he knew there was something different about me.
“The dolphins I worked with were not like these,” I said.
“How so?” he asked.
I had to word this carefully. “They were more…serious, less playful,” I said.