Mr. Begoatner
“There was
a time,” Mr. Begoatner told the study group, “When, for whatever reason,” here
he rolled his hand to the spirit world, expressing contempt at the approaching
stupidity, “People thought that aquariums, and I’m talking now about municipal
aquariums, not a tank in your teenage cousin’s bedroom—“
Lark made a
note in his notebook.
“—Should be
dark, creepy, and oppressively green in their tarnished copper
construction. Even the concrete would be
painted green.”
Lark
thought of the public swimming pools of his youth.
“Most of
these horrorquariums seem to have been in Florida ,” Mr. Begoatner continued as Lark
shuddered, visions of sticky days among alligators and dangerous plants filling
his head.
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