“He died shortly before we were to set sail on the boat we were building.” Aga gave a long sigh. “And what did you do with the boat?” “We took it apart.” She paused briefly and continued: “We made it into—” Then Mary Rose nodded toward the shipwrecked house, barely visible in the pale light of the stars. Aga followed her gaze and understood. “A fish that looks like a rock is still a fish, isn’t it?”
