She remembered her father taking her to a seafood market in Seattle, close enough to the waterfront that you could hear the waves pounding the piers, where they had a big aquarium full of live Dungeness crabs. They never stopped climbing over one another. Occasionally one would get high enough to thrust one claw up out of the water and hook it over the rim of the tank. It seemed plausible for a few moments that it might heave itself over the edge, fall to the floor, and scuttle out the door, making a break for the cold, murky waters of Elliott Bay. But any crab that ascended to that height was
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