Just then, Agent Rothschild said something else, but Priscilla did not hear him clearly. So she said, “What was that, Marvin?”
“Girlfriend, I said, ‘it will sting a bit.’”
“Oh curse word and some more curse words.” As Priscilla galloped away from the two men, her thoughts ran rampant. She envisioned someone inserting a ridiculous metal device underneath her precious, unblemished tan skin. They must think I’ve lost my mind.
Close to sundown, everyone headed back to the Bernhardt residence, where, earlier, the law enforcement had been seen only on the outside of the mansion. But just as Father, Ramses, Lady Chelsea, Julia, and Priscilla walked over the threshold into the foyer, they felt as if they had entered the command center of a military installation. Men dressed in camouflage and ho
