My father is a Halibut we lived on a small island in the stream a ferry boat took us into town on one such a day on our way to Houston my father wordlessly jumped overboard the ferry shipper stopped the boat and looked, but there was no sign of him I had the heavy task to break this news to my mother, who walked into the kitchen to compose herself The noise from the kitchen sounded like repressed laughter of relief. Since my father was officially missing she was still married to him, but she found work on the mainland as a waitress Five years later, two fishermen caught an enormous halibut that looked human aghast, they threw the fish overboard The story appeared in an angler's mag to my mother, she was not surprised she said, your father was addicted to sex I still try to work out what she meant