“Yes, I’m on a case right now.”

“And you brought your wife and daughter?!”

“Well, it helps for the cover.”

“I should say! They could be kidnapped or killed!!”

“Don’t worry now, Belle. I’m sure Adam has a perfectly safe plan, otherwise he wouldn’t have done it this way, don’t you?” Phillip asked.

“Sure. . .right.” I said, uncertainly. I just thought of something, What if something did happen?! Awe, I’ll just trust the Lord, he’ll watch over us, he always does.

My ‘wife’ and ‘child’ came down the stairs and into the kitchen. Belle and Tracy didn’t get along to well. Belle thought Tracy was too pretty, and dressed too fancy. Kristin mumbled through her meal, doing nothing much but pushing it all around the plate. Phillip and I discussed sports and changes made to Bracknell since I had left it. “Adam, can we see the London Zoo while we’re here?” Tracy asked.

“Awe, you best not go there, miss. There are wild animals there. You might get your clothes dirty!” Belle said.

“Belle!” Phillip said. “Of course we can. We’ll go tomorrow, if that’s all right with you?”

“Sure, I think Kristin will like that, eh Kristin?” I looked at her.

“Fine.” She said, continuing to push her food around.

“Kristin, come with me.” I said. I stood up and took her hand. “Tracy, stay here. I don’t want you out of Phillip and Belle’s sight. I want to show Kristin something.” I said. We went outside and I said to her, “Kristin, let’s go for a walk.”

“Where to?”

“Down town.”

“Down town?! Why don’t we drive?”

“Because, gas costs so much more in England, and the cities were built so that everything is just a few steps away.”

“Oh.”

“Shall we continue?” I asked.

“Sure, why not.” She said. I put my arm out, and she took it. We went down town, through the many underpasses and tunnels that are filled with drawings and filthy spray painting messages. We arrived down town at two. There we observed the many amazing things that made England different than home. We went into a department store and picked up a few souvenirs, when we went to the counter the man rung up our purchases.

“That’ll be five quid.” He said.

“Quid?!!” Kristin responded. “What’s a quid?!”

“It’s a pound. It’s like us calling dollars, bucks.”

“Oh.”

“Here you go, five quid.” I said, handing him the money. We walked out of the store and went to the town fair, where we observed the many people running to and fro throughout the fair getting goods. At four, we headed home.

“Home, so early?” Kristin asked.

“Yes, it’s time for tea, and our host will be disappointed if we’re not on time. Let’s race.”

“Naw, racing’s not kool.”