"AND are you going to accept?"The speaker was a short plump girl, in her middle twenties, witha round good-natured face and curly dark hair. She waslounging comfortably on a couch, lazily picking the soft centresfrom a box of chocolates open beside her, and flicking casuallythrough the pages of a fashion magazine.The girl with her was her complete opposite. Tall and slim andblonde, her straight silvery hair confined at her nape with aleather thong, Sara Shelley was presently coiled on the floor,examining her profile from the lotus position. She had beensitting like that for some time now, and her friend andcompanion, Laura Russell, was getting tired of waiting for herreply."Oh, I don't know." Sara uncoiled herself at last, and sat cross-legged looking up at her friend. "Beggars can't be choosers, isn'tthat the truth? And believe me, Laura, that's what I am."