Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination
Chapter One
LONDON
"The problem with you, Olivia, is that you have an overactive imagination."
"I don't," said Olivia Joules indignantly.
Barry Wilkinson, foreign editor of the Sunday Times, leaned back in his chair, trying to hold in his paunch,
staring over his half-moon glasses at the disgruntled little figure before him, and thinking: And you're too
damned cute.
"What about your story about the cloud of giant, fanged locusts pancaking down on Ethiopia, blotting out
the sun?" he said.
"It was the Sudan."
Barry sighed heavily. "We sent you all the way out there and all you came up with was two grasshoppers in
a polythene bag."
"But there was a locust cloud. It was just that it had flown off to Chad. They were supposed to be roosting.
Anyway, I got you the story about the animals starving in the zoo."
"Olivia, it was one warthog-and he looked quite porky to me."
"Well, I would have got you an interview with the fundamentalist women and a cross amputee if you
hadn't made me come back."
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