Gone Fishin Chapter 31
I wandered a bit on Saturday morning and bought a present for Weena: a t-shirt with "BABY" on it and an arrow pointing down. She could wear it in four or five or six months. I then had a snack, checked out and took a taxi to the airport. The short flight to Melbourne was just that. I was able to read more of Seven Kinds of Ambiguity on the long leg to Perth. Weena was waiting for — still excited. "PSM! You can service me in public whenever you want! Well, you may not want to for the next...