Logic was the blessing and curse of her upbringing. She knew that Tom was where he was supposed to be—out pursuing ways to save them all. He knew it as well. His departure had been hasty and necessary, and there simply hadn’t been time to seek her out to say good-bye. Gillian was aware of all of these considerations. She repeated them to herself as she swam. But they only seemed to disconnect the larger from the smaller of her problems, and rob of poignant consolation the unattractiveness of her empty bed.
One woman is being hit on by a dolphin. Another is mooning over her absent boyfriend. Meanwhile, men and nonhumans go about their business without all this emotional shit.
There are only two women out of eight humans. There are a few more female dolphins, but there are a lot more dolphins overall.
Only one Black man.
A racist and sexist set-up.
