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We do a lot of our shopping there, all their products are organic.’ Xanthe handed a bowl of Mexicana corn chips and a bowl of dip to Izzy, who, not being able to handle the smell, passed it straight on to Veronica.
    â€˜We’re trying to be as healthy as we can, now we’re trying to have a baby.’
    â€˜You are the healthiest person I know!’ Nadine declared. ‘Look at Xanthe’s calves,’ she said to the others, as she stood and headed to the kitchen. ‘And while you do that I’ll just pop into the kitchen and make another batch of this fabulous aperitif!’ She looked to Xanthe for approval, but wasn’t going to stop even if she didn’t get it.
    â€˜Well, you climb these hills every day and you’ll have them too,’ the hostess called after Nadine. ‘Seriously, it doesn’tmatter what direction I go in, there’s a hill. It means I can eat just about anything I want.’ She grabbed a handful of corn chips and pretended to be a glutton.
    â€˜You’ve always been tiny,’ Veronica reminded her, a look of envy on her face. ‘I remember how little you were at school. Your dad could put his hands around your waist when you were ten, remember, you were so small.’
    â€˜And I was the giant.’ Nadine strolled back into the room with a full jug, recalling how she used to slouch because she was always a head taller than her friends. ‘All legs, no boobs. I was like a bloke! Can’t believe Richard ever looked at me.’
    â€˜But when your boobs did come in, they really came in, didn’t they?’ Izzy grabbed a handful of her own ample breasts, and laughed, recalling the rapid growth spurt Nadine had at fifteen and how her brother started taking notice of her best friend.
    â€˜Speaking of good bodies, Miss Aboriginal Athlete, are you still doing that hot yoga thing?’ Izzy asked Xanthe.
    â€˜Yes! Do you want to come with me?’ Xanthe seemed excited at the prospect of one of her tiddas going with her; she was always looking for an exercising buddy. ‘I notice you’re not drinking, are you on a health kick now or what?’
    â€˜Oh God, you’re not detoxing again? How boring!’ Nadine was onto her third drink.
    â€˜I’m not detoxing,’ Izzy said, thinking that Nadine was the one who needed to get off the grog.
    â€˜Because Bikram is great for detoxing, you sweat all that crap out.’ Xanthe was still trying to solicit at least one tidda.
    â€˜I couldn’t think of anything worse than sweating like that around strangers,’ Veronica said quietly.
    â€˜Nor I, Vee,’ Izzy admitted. ‘And I really don’t like the heat that much.’
    Izzy wondered if she should just take a sip of something so she didn’t appear to be out of sorts, but she didn’t feel like a drink. She was seven weeks’ pregnant, and while she had buried herself in work as usual, she had also allowed a sense of denial to replace the urgency of having to ‘do something’ about the situation. She wasn’t so much undecided as she was inactive. Izzy didn’t want the baby, but she didn’t want to have to do the unmentionable about it either. As she sat there in Paddington, she knew that with Xanthe dominating the night’s yarn with her talk about babies, there was no way she could confide in her tiddas. Not right now, anyway.
    â€˜What about you, Nadine? Do you want to sweat out some unnecessary fluids?’ Xanthe was being diplomatic, but the other girls knew what she was getting at. Except for Nadine, who let the real intent of the question fly right over her head.
    â€˜I love your sense of humour, Xanthe, it’s so endearing.’ Aside from having her personal Pilates trainer come to her house, the only exercise Nadine did was lifting her glass.
    Xanthe was a little hurt by Nadine’s comment, as if she’d been spoken to like she was a cute