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Friday, November 2, 9 p.m., Christchurch, New Zealand
"Well?"
Anneliese's face stared back out at Tim through his computer screen, and not only hers, but Manjari's and Aroha's faces were present during this computer conference. Jen had declined to participate, saying that she'd made up her mind about "snotty paheka Cherie" and didn't want to know anything more about her.
"Found it." He pressed a few keys, and sent the addresses of what he'd found to his friends. "Take a shufti at this."
It hadn't been difficult to find information on Jeff Tracy; he was a space hero, after all, and a big businessman. What was difficult to find was information on the man's private life, and in particular, his second marriage. It had been mentioned as a footnote sort of thing in the biographies Tim had found, but few if any pictures of the man as he was today existed. However, Tim was nothing if not persistent, and finally he found a few official pictures of the man, and one or two on his recent marriage.
"That's them, all right," Manjari said, shaking her head. "Same people as in Cherie's picture."
"But she could have... I dunno... taken this picture from the article and manipulated it or some such," Aroha said, her tone doubtful.
"Read the article," Tim said. "Her name is mentioned. She was in the wedding party."
"And if she was going to manipulate the picture, why put her little brothers in it?" Manjari said, making a face. She had three little brothers, and found them all to be pests. She noticed that Anneliese was quiet. "What's wrong, Liese?"
The girl was frowning. "Mrs. Tracy... she looks familiar. I'm wracking my brains but I can't figure out where I've seen her before."
"Maybe you've just seen someone who looks like her," Tim said, trying to sound encouraging. "They say everyone has a double."
"Maybe."
"I notice that there are no pictures of the older brothers," Aroha sounded triumphant. "Even though they're listed in the article."
"I thought that was a bit dodgy myself," Tim said. "Especially since a couple of them are famous."
"Really?" Anneliese's eyes widened a bit. "Which ones?"
"Let's see: John is an astronomer bloke; he's written a few books and found some nebula somewhere. And Gordon has an Olympic gold medal and world record in swimming." He looked at one of the other articles he'd pulled up. "Oh, and Alan's a race car driver." Glancing up at his friends, he asked, "Want me to send the addys to you?"
"Sure." "Yeah." "Please."
He sent the articles to his friends, then sat back. "So, now that we've sussed this out, what do we want to do?"
The girls were silent for a bit. Then Anneliese spoke up. "I, for one, think she needs some mates. I mean, looking at the articles, she lives on a blooming island! And she's the only girl there. I bet she started the art class to meet some new people as much as for learning art."
Manjari nodded. "You ain't wrong, Liese. I'm willing to give her a chance." She paused, then asked, "How about you, bugalugs?"
Aroha frowned. "I don't wanna be a wet blanket, but I agree with Jen. I think she's skiting and snotty, even if what she says is true." She looked behind her. "And I have to go. Tata!"
Her picture disappeared, which left only Tim to be heard from. "What about it, mate?" Liese asked.
Tim looked thoughtful. "She's quite nice, I guess. I'll not be stroppy." He straightened up. "Just don't expect me to piss around with that bloody fan club of yours."
"Naff off!" Manjari said, good-naturedly. "We wouldn't have you!"
The trio laughed, and began talking about other, more interesting, matters.
  
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