Chapter 18FRITZ SHUDDERED AT the thought of the week ahead. The tournament would start on Monday. Linda had a test on Tuesday. Ashley's Aristocrats were in Wednesday's second game.
A call from the president interrupted his class preparation. He said he wanted to speak to the Israeli prime minister face-to-face before the summit. “I want to use the portal to remind him and to get his input on how he thinks the rest are going to react. Want to come with me?”
“Mr. President, my tournament starts tomorrow. When do you want to go?”
“How about next weekend? It shouldn't be for long.”
As busy as she was, Linda took a moment to complain that the portal was nothing more than convenient transportation. “He could make a phone call.”
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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, they're gone,” yelled the man. He lis
