“Yes, Charlie is a dolphin.”
“Charlie, that’s a cute name.”
“He’s an adorable baby.”
“How is Antoine doing?”
“He’s a little freaked out. We had some explaining to do.”
“You never told him?”
“When he was a teenager, we told him that his biological father was a friend of ours because we had been unable to conceive by ourselves. He seemed okay with it.”
“You left out the dolphin part?” I asked.
“There was no need to tell him about that. He didn’t demonstrate any signs of it. If he couldn’t see it or experience it, it would seem like a fairy tale. I can’t tell you how many times I took him to play or swim with the dolphins I was working with thinking that it would bring it out in him.”
“It never did?” I asked.
“Not once,” Olivia answered, the frustration still in her voice.
I didn’t say anything for a moment, thinking. She broke the silence.
“Is that unusual?” she asked.