It increases the possibility of them getting it wrong if I change the order. I don't like it when they get the order wrong."Sally took another mouthfu... of muesli and chewed it thoughtfully.Sally's father, deciding the conversation was over, put his glasses back on, picked up his spoon and resumed eating.Sally's mother picked up her spoon, frowned, and then put it down again."Why do you have twenty-seven dollars and sixty-five cents?" asked her mother. "That sounds like a lot of money for you to. You are a carnivore!’ ‘He is right there I suppose.’ I thought to myself and went in search of the biscuits and cheese. ‘There is a cheese knife in the top draw somewhere. And plates and butter if you need it.’ He waved at the other cupboard. I made another meal of the cheese and biscuits while he finished his meal. There was not much left of either. I had made quite a production of loading the cracker with cheese and then putting it in my mouth. The cookie Monster would have been proud of me. The exhibitors had pooled resources on each deck to provide catering but it was basic; the USN had organised their own catering which was considerably better and invitations to exhibitors in rotation were eagerly awaited. Some of the exhibitors had 'discovered' New Harriers and availed them selves of its hospitality — at some cost to their pockets but a few considered it well worthwhile. Invitations to middle deck quarters were unheard of and Percy Gantry's alacrity in returning to middle deck. ‘C’mon Dana.’ Lynn could almost *hear* the smile in his voice – the impetuous streak of danger that wanted to be risked. ‘She’s drunk. She’s not gonna want to wake up.’ ‘No!’ Dana protested. ‘She’s… that Ghost. Baz’s… wife.’ The anxiety in her voice was paramount. ‘We can’t Mach!’ There was movement, and it sounded like Dana’s brother was moving around closer to his sister. ‘Look, it’ll just… we’ll… we’ll just.. ssshh.. be quiet, ok? Real quiet. She won’t know at all. She’s… she’s a ghost..