Roman
After dinner in our apartments, I went on a search, finally locating King Theodore near his offices. His usual suit was replaced with casual slacks and a thick jumper, making his thick midsection more noticeable. A cap covered his white hair.
“Your Majesty," I said, “I was hoping we could speak."
“Why were you and Lucille not at dinner?"
“The banquet has made her tired. She wasn't up for a formal affair."
“The dining room isn't formal. It's family."
“Yes, sir. We plan to leave for Monovia tomorrow."
He shook his head. “She can't leave until the procedure."
I exhaled. “She's had it. Before the banquet."
His eyes opened wide as a smile spread across his face, deepening the wrinkles near his eyes. Patting me on the shoulder, he said, “That is the best news I've heard. Why
