Don’t know.”“You don’t know! It never crossed your tiny mind did it? You were so certain John had betrayed you, you never thought to question ...anything!“Who’s Gary best mates with? Who was also at the conference? Another thing, do you really think that John would invent a statement from the Chief Executive Officer? Is he suicidal?” Susan’s words dripped scorn.“And you’ve just called me a liar, Carol,” Tom added. “I was there as well.”“You’re his mate. You’ll say anything.”Carol was beginning to. So much for that drawing. I pulled my shorts on and set about cleaning it up. Thankfully, there hadn't been much on the drafting table to get ruined. I smiled to myself, thinking that a year ago, I would have wanted to kick Amy's ass for knocking over a bottle of India ink like that. At the moment, I felt like it was more than worth it.Amy, wearing her robe again, got back in time to find me on my hands and knees scrubbing ink off of the floor."What hap- Oh!" She asked as realization sank in.. Rapidly undermining the concrete slab of the rest area picnic table. The nuggets were unremarkable in all instances but one ... they were all the same size ... the shape varied in details ... the weight was the same. ‘Set up,’ thought Daddy, ‘We’ve been set up ... I wonder where all this came from?’‘Yeah,’ I thought back.OOPSDavid thought, “Well ... Shit Fuzzy.’And I thought, ‘Fuzzy shit? That’ll tickle.’Daddy sort of ... broadcast, ‘Jim? Grandfather?’I heard their reply, too. ‘Caught’ ... it. I expected a blackhawk or something like that. What came down was a soap bubble with a tail rotor. As the old saying goes, there was room for their ass and a gallon of gas.The bird was remarkably quiet and when it was gone five minutes after it touched down, Bart and Rita were gone as well. "I'll call you about the plant," Bart said just before he ducked and ran to the chopper.There was never any news updates in the middle of the night, so we all went back to our beds to try and sleep. In my.