"Interesting," said Mary. "It's big enough. Plenty private. Let's go see Sarah."Sarah hugged Mary."You've got to be Anne. You get the same treatment."...She hugged Anne."We took a look at the house. Couldn't get two civil words out of the bank." It's been there forever. Empty. I heard it was built in the '20s, remodeled in the '70s sometime. Hasn't been used since I've been here. Five or six years. The sign went up right after New Year's... When you coming out?"Mary said, "Tomorrow afternoon. . come on, let's get it done quickly please..." I told her."Sure thing, Doc," she told me. I followed her to a small room that wasnear the operating theaters that had been converted into a changingroom for me. She lifted me onto the table and said, "You know, you'reone stinky doctor!" She pulled my scrub pants down and lifted me off ofthe messy diaper. "One of these days your mommy needs to potty trainyou!" I tried..." I told her as she wiped between my cheeks. "But even whenwe had me making it. ’ The girls entered a large room with huge windows letting in lots of natural light, and Mr Robert Conrad was sitting behind a big, square, wooden desk with a computer sat on it. He stood up to greet them as they walked across the room. A short round, middle-aged man, with a grey balding head, rosy red cheeks and very shrewd looking pale blue eyes. He held out a hand which each girl shook firmly in turn. ‘SCraMBle Computers? Miss Chester and Miss Belling… who is who?’ he peered at them in turn.. . you!"I started to laugh and gave her a hug."Will you help me write a syllabus? They want a syllabus by next week." Are there any books?" I only know one. It cost a fortune years ago, when I returned to Laverton from Adelaide. I know where it is..." She trailed off as she went into another room, returning a few moments later with a smallish volume. "Here." She handed it to me."Traditional bush medicines : an Aboriginal pharmacopoeia," I read. "Richmond, Vic.; Greenhouse Publications, 1988..