Chapter 21FRITZ PULLED THE door, and they stepped into Israel.
“Welcome, Mr. President, Mr. Russell. Have you had your breakfast?” asked the prime minister.
“I haven't,” said Fritz.
“Nor I,” said the president.
“Good. Good. Then please sit. We'll eat and talk.” Fritz appreciated the prime minister's thoughtfulness. It was mid-afternoon in Israel.
Trays filled with a variety of foods were place on the table by four men who looked very much like soldiers, not waiters, in spite of their white jackets. The president noticed, but Fritz asked, “Mr. Prime Minister, are they soldiers? They look familiar.” Fritz had seen the faces of all the soldiers who had been in Riverboro during the settlement rescue.
“Good memory, Mr. Russell. They were at your school. I thought it best not to have new f
