Becky knelt against my shins, and without making eye contact, began to swipe the warm cloth around ‘Mr. Handsome.’ ‘You don’t want to feel st...cky the rest of the day, do you?’ Um, I guess not. Aloud, I said nothing. But Mr. Handsome soon stood proud as a peacock, and shouted, ‘Look at me!’ ‘Sacré bleu! I am so bad, Monsieur! I just make you more and more uncomfortable,’ said Maid Becky, looking up with believably sad eyes, while her washcloth encased hand surrounded Mr. Handsome and slowly. It was so ... unBritish ... to pledge allegiance to your country every morning. Questions in his head like ‘what happens if you forget? Does that mean you are unpatriotic that day?’ and ‘how is this different to North Korean indoctrination?’ he kept to himself. He knew from the last visit that some things were best left unsaid in the USA; as in Britain really. If you were Scottish you could say that Scotland was the arse-end of a cow; if you weren’t then you might get a Glasgow kiss for saying. She would sit playing solitaire or put a picture puzzle together or go to the corner for the newspaper. Every afternoon if the weather was nice, she'd take a walk about the area. Have a cup of tea and pastry for a treat.Frank walked into his mansion to find Mrs. Carlson sitting at her rolltop desk. She made sure that it was locked so no one could rummage through it. She stood as he entered and bowed her head to greet him."Good day, sir," Mrs. Carlson said."Good day to you, Mrs. Carlson," he. "But they do hold a significant advantage at this point in time. We're estimating anywhere from three and a half to one to almost four to one in ground troops. That's what makes their success militarily feasible. If they apply themselves to their task, they might just push through." You're not answering my question, General," Laura said sternly. "Will they succeed?" I can't say one way or the other," he said. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. It is possible for them to take Eden with what.