We need to speak to Ken ... business.”Ken was 25, about 2 meters tall and 17 stone ... big ... really big. In his onesie uniform he was impressive. ...Cyn thought so too.“G’day, Zo.”“Dayee, Ken. I brought business.” She made proper introductions.After I made my needs known and Ken ran my card, we settled on price ... baring unforseen circumstances ... of course. It was less than New Zealand would have cost.“Where is the boat?” Ken asked.“At the lift,” said Zoe.“Without asking first?” Ken. Fate intervened in that I got cornered by the biology teacher - who seemed to know all about my dad's work - at the end of class, and Fran slipped out before I could ask her. Not having a phone number or knowing where she lived, I couldn't do anything.The weekend was still interesting. On Saturday Dad threw a party for his staff. True to family tradition, he, that is to say, we, cooked everything ourselves and Layla Patterson, his secretary, came over to help. She was a very good looking. I really know nothingabout two and a half year olds. Maybe it's time to trade in the cribfor a toddler bed. I follow Emily to the kitchen and find her sittingat the kitchen table."What would you like for breakfast?" I ask her."Coo coo puffs," she says.I look through the cupboards and search for the cereal. After lookingthrough several cupboards, I find a half eat box of Cocoa Puffs. Icontinue searching and eventually find a bowl and a spoon. I pour thecereal in the bowl and take a half. Hum ne diner keya or hum tv dekhne lage, thodi der mai papa bole beta mujhe subhe jaldi duty par jana hai chalo so jao mai uth kar jane lega tabhi rema boli papa aaj mai aap ke paas so jao, papa bole keyo keya baat hai mai to jaise marne wala ho geya or yamraaj mujhe saaf dekhai dene lagay tabhi rema boli mamy nahi hai mujhe subhe jalde uth kar aap ka breakfast benana hoga, papa bole thik hai or mai roomn mai chela geyaor sochne lega bech geya Raj.Par man mai to mare choor tha ke rema papa ko.