Friday's harbor : a novel

"In Bogota Colombia a twenty-one-foot-long, nineteen-year-old North Atlantic-caught killer whale swam around and around. His small, warm, cloudy pool was the precious jewel in the crown of a theme park long past its glory days. Because he always swam in a counterclockwise direction, the centrifugal force may or may not have caused the fallen dorsal fin that curled tightly over his back. He was called Viernes--Friday--but he'd been given that name...