Not with breakfast, anyway. So...”“I see. And what does he want me to do?”“I’ll let him talk. Look, he finds it difficult to ask for help, o...ay? Maybe ... We can make it look like it is good for you. Maybe I lie a little bit in there, just to ... make it smooth. Just go along, okay? Don’t be upset.”Two doors down, the Khafama popped his head around a corner.“His Royal Highness is WAITING,” he spat.“Coming, coming!” smiled Asim. Then, to me: “That is Abdulaziz. He is the uhm ... we say. ...” she moaned. Clairemont Street. Night. The ambulance turned the corner and slowed to a halt. The driver, a middle-aged white man, leaned out and looked at the car that was parked across the street, blocking the ambulance’s access. He looked about and, satisfied it was safe, got out. The man walked towards the car, peering into the windows. There was no-one inside. He stood up and looked around. It was all residential, so the car could belong to anyone. It was probably some drunken. The lights were on but they made little noise. The sirens were off. Standing all around the street were policemen and policewomen. I noticed also a bunch of people carrying cameras. They must have been journalists. A van appeared and a bunch of men wearing thick body armor walked out. Each of them carried a rifle. A tall man wearing a trench coat saw Lily and me walking on the road. He approached us."Where have you just been?" he asked."I was just down there," I said."Are you Keith?" Yes,. ‘You look very handsome, I’ve always liked that suit on you.’ ‘You look beautiful, but you always do,’ Ted complimented her. He meant every word of it, she was sunshine in human form, sweet and delicious. The black dress she wore was short, but not scandalously so and she had on heels. He knew the way she looked tonight would be ingrained in his memory for years to come and that he would someday tell their grandchildren about it. ‘Where are we going?’ She asked him, but he kept silent. He hoped.