No one could miss the joy in Grandfather's voice as he said those alleluias, and his face was so alive, so alight, that I didn't hear what he was saying next. [...] It was obvious he was [...] rejecting their plastic grass and their plastic dirt. He was emphasizing the fact that Commander Rodney's death was real, but this reality was less terrible than plastic pretense. [...]
I thought of Ynid [a dolphin] and her grief at her dead baby, and I asked Basil [a dolphin], Is Ynid's baby all right? (Is Commander Rodney all right? Is my grandfather all right? Am I? Is it all right?)
Basil pulled himself up out of the water and a series of sounds came from him, singing sounds.
And what it reminded me of was Grandfather standing by Commander Rodney's open grave and saying those terrible words and then crying out, full of joy, Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!
And then Basil was gone, flashing through sea and sky, to disappear at the horizon.