"No way. His wife would tear me to shreds. We've had her on, too, and their little boy." She turned to me. "How's Patrick?" He's fine, thanks. But the...e blokes need to know that I'm not an all-powerful figure from Australia's early days." Right," the station manager said. "Aren't you the bloke that got shot?" Yes." Leadin' an interestin' life, eh?" And sometimes painful." There was general laughter."What are your thoughts?" the programming bloke asked."Well, you must realize that Sue called me. At first, he wasn’t certain she was listening to the story, or just to his voice, but lately she had begun asking questions about obscure words, or asking him to repeat certain sections. These combined signs of improvement allowed him to read for hours when necessary. Every chapter seemed to hold a surprise for them, in this strange book that must have seemed even stranger at the time it was written. ‘But still another inquiry remains, one often agitated by the more recondite Nantucketers.. "Hiya," she said, perky as always."Hi, Janey. How're things tonight?"She looked at me for a moment, surprised I'd actually talked to her."You doing okay?" I asked, turning on the understated charm."Yeah, I'm great."I decided she must be from Wisconsin. She had that upward lilt at the end of everything she said, kind of like she was asking a question with every statement. She set the coffee cup down and filled it efficiently, giving me a look that was equal parts suspicion and interest."Can I. "Friday after school, Heather and Ashley came in bearing overnight bags and their rackets. Bobbie brought them out to the pool where I was swimming laps to introduce them. I saw them as I finished a turn and climbed out to grab my towel. I was pretty tan and lean by this time and thought I looked pretty good in my Speedo's. "Glenn, this is Heather and this is Ashley. They're on the team with me and will be here over the weekend. Guys, this is Glenn and he owns this place and plays a mean game.