“OBVIOUSLY TRILLIUM’S poor little brain has been drugged,” His Excellency Dimdooly declared. “Grandmamma Berta wouldn’t know the first thing about such things!”
“Impossible!” Grandpapa President agreed. “I’ve been married to her for a hundred and twenty-four and a half years and she’s the finest rattle-brain I ever knew!”
“She learned,” Trillium stated emphatically, “a hundred and twenty-five years ago.”
“Hundred twenty-five,” Grandpapa president growled like a boiling volcano. “The year some Earthman.... Never did catch the devil.... Berta? Impossible!”
Madame President’s shapely finger now rested full on the button that could launch the fleets of war rockets that had been pre-aimed for a thousand years. “I’m afraid your Ambassador is unwelcome now,” Madame President stated coolly. “Y
