"I'm embarrassed to tell youthis, but I started smoking when I was 11. However, I didn't smoke inpublic until I turned 14. That's when my parent's g...ve me theirpermission. I know that sounds young, but you have to understand thatback then, everybody smoked. My high school even had a designatedsmoking area for the students. It wasn't like it is today."I was blown away by her answer but I did my best to keep a poker face. I couldn't believe she was actually talking to me about it and being. She loved him, though, and adjusted to being a mother well. Randi was the first to teach me what breast milk tasted like.Aunt Christy’s little boy had coal black hair, exactly the shade of mine. It was curly like mine too. She named him Jordan, my middle name, and I knew I’d try my best to knock her up again.Aunt Vanessa’s baby was known to be mine. That’s because she didn’t exert her privileges to Danny until after she knew she was pregnant. I was her only lover between the menstrual period. My personal assistant, the formidable Mrs. Florence Tan informed me that there was a policeman who wanted a word with me. She gave me a dirty look, like I was a low-life criminal who had committed some vile crime. She was truly concerned for my welfare and her concern manifested itself in her disapproval. Policemen did not call on innocent people."Aha, to assist them with their investigations, no doubt, Mrs. Tan," I said.I always called her Mrs. Tan. Somehow she gave the impression of being. They soon fill the pit where they toss the tree offcuts and wood rubbish for burning. The two large spits are set up over the pit, one has two dead sheep while the other has a whole head of beef on it. Mack has a better look around the group, and laughs. He and his mum are the only whites in sight, the whole of the local Aboriginal tribe is here for a massive family day and feed. A little later some of the white loggers and their families turn up with trucks loads of food and cases of soft.