Sarah peered down at the field, looking at the arriving helium tanks. There were three tanks, each one of them bigger than the officials that were struggling to wheel them onto the track. Sarah watched Sandy, still inflated, stride across the rubber track and help one of the officials heft one of the tank-laden hand trucks up past the concrete lip around the track. The distended woman grunted slightly with the effort of bending at her massively inflated waistline.
