melody then breathlessly shared everything that had happened to her since she last saw her , from the dinner date and the triplets of seagulls flying in perfect formation above mr. conors head as he walked towards her on the pier , to harry chin , the really , really weird dishwasher and what happened when she stared into his pupilless black eyes while standing in the back room of the kitchen at fishermans choice : the sense of floating , of swimming , of of she stopped .