Daniel's pocket contained the green Cascais rock and a piece of sea glass he'd found on the beach two months ago that he'd decided was relevant.
She found this out because he told her. He came to the guest room at eight-thirty in his formal clothes — he was in grey, which he'd accepted with the equanimity of a child who had negotiated the rock and therefore had no remaining objections — and he showed her his pocket's contents with the seriousness of a man confirming inventory before a significant operation.
"The sea glass is extra," he said.
"I see."
"In case the rock isn't enough."
"The rock will be enough."
"Probably," he said. "But the sea glass is there."
She looked at her son in his grey suit and his un-captain's-hat head, because the captain's hat had been identified by Bianca
