“Yeah! You’d a thought I’d go off it or summink. ‘Snot quite like that. I mean I probably wouldn’t do it so much if I didn’t need the mone.... The payments on the telly don’t come cheap! But I sorta like it just as much in a way. I didn’t think I would. And I charge the punters extra. They actually like doing it when you’re pregnant. Funny, in’t it? If you’re fat all the time, it sorta turns the punters off. Fat cows do crap trade! But if you’re fat ’cos you’re about to pop, well, it’s like an. ‘I want you to make a delivery to him today.’ ‘Why a delivery?’ Mia frowned. ‘And why me? He lives across from our backyard. Just go take whatever it is over to him yourself!’ Sam shook his head as he took the tub of butter out of the fridge. ‘Nah, you have to be the one to deliver it. First thing this morning. I don’t want him to know it’s from me.’ ‘So what am I delivering?’ Sam’s lopsided grin made Mia instantly wary. Especially when he didn’t say anything right away. ‘Sam? What the hell are. Now, I know your reputation as a researcher and theinformation on the drive will give you a good start." Cody took the privacy act from her and read it. It wasn't that uncommonin his line of work, although he wasn't sure it was necessary. Withoutsolid proof who would believe him? Miranda didn't seem mentallydisturbed, but her story was beyond belief and he wondered why she wouldwant to be interviewed. If the process she talked about really existed,why tell the world about it? Still it was an. I hope there is something that takes your fancy?” Sam passed her a cup and offered her the tray.“Thanks, who could want anything more,“ Jan responded and took a chocolate one.They drank coffee and nibbled biscuits and told each other the bland safe things that strangers reveal to each other.The coffee was gone, only crumbs remained of the biscuits and Sam and Jan were now sitting closer together. The hours had slipped by in pleasant conversation. A little laughter and a little flirting, the sun.