"Paul told me you were going with us today," she said.
"He said we were going fishing," I said.
"We are," she said. "We go every day."
I wanted to ask her if she didn't get bored going fishing every day and maybe find out what kind of fishing this was going to be, but she seemed more interested in me than anything else, and before I got done talking she knew a whole lot more about me than most people.
After a while I heard some voices and in a few minutes Paul came in and then an older man who turned out to be his father.
"Call me Don," the elder Cunningham said, and he went over to the transmitter-receiver and turned it on. It was already tuned to whatever frequency he was interested in. He walked into the room and over to the radio as though he did it every morning of his life, the way a man pulls on his socks.
He talked to Paul about the weather report and which way the sea would be running off Highland Light and then he turned to me.
"Have you done much sport fishing, Mr. Packard?" he asked and I said I had never done any on a boat like this one.
"We use her to catch tuna fish," he said.
I knew, of course, that people did catch tuna fish on rod and reel, the same as I knew they caught marlin and sailfish and swordfish, but all I had ever seen were pictures, and when I thought about tuna fish, I usually thought about it in cans.