I’ve got a table inside.” She got up and they left. I had been wrong. She wasn’t hunting. Well-heeled retirees. I ate my shrimp and signalled a ...aiter.“Can I get a small salad?”“Certainly.”“Just oil and vinegar, please.”I finished my wine, ate my salad, paid and left. I hadn’t opened my book, but it had been a pleasant evening. I wondered how many other platypus stories they were. I got out my guidebook and my phone, looked up Kiama and called the first reasonably-priced motel I saw.“Sorry,. " You can come any time you want.", she said. Unusual."Okay, see you soon!", he hung up the phone. Of course, her English was terrible, but she knew enough to do her business. She hadn't been in the country long.This is it, 111 Fake Street. He looked at the letterbox number and pulled in with his little metallic blue Mitsubishi Mirage. He parked up, got out of the car then made his way to the front door. There was some kind of Chinese ormanentation on the door step which may have served. I think I do. I was never in love before." Does he love you?" I think so. If I can't tell with myself, how can I tell with him?" Does that matter to you?" You know, you aren't answering any of my questions." Sex is the most beautiful thing in the world. It makes the earth move. You should wait."Those are the answers; and they are true, even if they don't make sense. But you have heard them before. I'll tell you this, I'm not going to bed with this, ... this Terry?" Yeah, Terry." So my answers. .." Mable's transmission died in a garble of nonsense as interference smothered her words "Mable, Say again, you are breaking up. Over."Static answered."Hayi suka! The Gods of chaos will not let us talk," Jennifer glared at studio speaker for several seconds before she silenced the storm of white noise with an angry slap of her hand."We'll try again at the top of the hour. Sky, can you brew a fresh pot?" Sheila handed me her empty coffee mug. It was going to be a long night.---"Well, that.