“Oh! Okay, what is kool?”

“Walking’s kool.” She said, so we walked to Phillip’s house. Once there, we went inside.

“Did you have a refreshing walk?” Belle asked us.

“Yes Belle, quite.” I responded.

“Did he take you to see the fair?” Phillip asked Kristin.

“Yes, indeed. It was so much fun.”

“Good. Kristin, I’d like you to meet Joey. Joey, come here for a minute.” A little kid came out, I think he was about ten. “Joey, meet Kristin. She and her parents have popped in for a little while.”

“A girl! Yuk!” Joey said.

“Shh, shh.” Belle said. “Now go wash up for tea.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Joey said, depressingly while he left.

“Joey is at that stage, Kristin. Don’t worry, you’ll have a good time here, you’ll see.” Belle commented. Tracy came down the stairs, and assumed a position next to me. I put my arm around her, and she looked at me.

“Well, hello stranger.” Tracy said to me.

“Howdy, pardner.” I replied. “Ready for tea, m’lady?”

“Why yes, quite.” Tracy quickly changed accents. Tea progressed and it went into the night. Tracy and Kristin went to bed early, and I stayed up to talk to Phillip and Belle about my case.

“Here’s the low down. Tracy is not just my … a …wife… but my client. Her friends got kidnapped by someone who tried to brainwash people to steal money from the U.S. government.”

“Well, let them. It’ll just make England better.” Belle said.

“That’s not the point. We need to get her friends back. I’m counting on your help.”

“Well, you’ve got it. I’ll check you into an apartment tomorrow. Meanwhile, I’ll keep my ears open.”

“If you ask me, she isn’t worth it. These uppity up people always think their better than the rest of us. No offense Adam, but I don’t like her.” Belle commented.

“Belle, that’s not nice.” Phillip said. At that moment, Tracy stumbled into the room.

“Dear! What’s up.” Her eyes were red. She was turned around and headed up for her room. I proceeded to chase.

“Now see what you did, Belle. You didn’t even give her a chance!” I heard Phillip say as I went up the stairs.

“Tracy, Tracy! Let me in!!” I said, knocking on the door. I managed to open the door, and went over to the bed where Tracy was bent over, crying. “Come on Tracy, she didn’t mean it.”

“Oh, yes she did! I’m no good.”

“Come on, you’ll never get anywhere with that attitude. I seem to remember someone telling me this same thing, a few weeks ago.”

“Yes, but that was different.”