"Edward! Let me in! I've found out something about St. Ignatius!" shouted Annette, ringing Edward's doorbell.
"What is it, Mom? We are busy," asked Mikaela, opening the door.
"Did you know, that one of the students of St. Ignatius is the child of Saladin, the dictator of Libya?" demanded Annette, marching into the house.
"So? What's that got to do with anything?" asked Mikaela, a bite of impatience in her voice.
"So? So? He's a ruthless dictator! You're not safe there! Nobody is!" screamed Annette.
"While I do have that reputation, I'm not about to go on any killing sprees inside my own dearest friend and brother-in-arm's sovereign territory. And I do respect the sanctity of an educational institution," chuckled Saladin, who was sipping tea in the living room.
Annette started violently at his voice and stared in wide-eyed terror at the sight of Saladin in Edward's living room.
