Today, I woke up to see my dad cleaning up what I can only assume is a urine stain off the carpet in front of the door. He didn't say anything at first, but once he finished up and got breakfast started, he actually told me he was having fun with Ava's mother around. She may be a bit introverted just right now, but she's at least been eating, and she has some very interesting stories about London. Then again, my father has very little interest in anything outside the United States, in typical American fashion. Still...
I managed to pry a bit of the story from him, but it doesn't seem to be a big concern yet. Just so you understand, my father gave Ava's mother his bed; of course, there are 2 or 3 windows into the room, but good luck getting to them, Fisk. My father was sleeping in the living room, and he said he was awoken to the sound of clicking, and he noticed the doorknob turning. It took him about a fraction of a second to go from lying down to standing straight up, and he'd already grabbed the knife he'd placed on the table next to him.
That man, if my dad was right, was NOT expecting to see a roughly 6 foot man with no shirt and a hunting knife as big around as his wrist coming for him. I was told he tried to shoot, but good luck doing that when your hand is trembling so much. He managed one shot, and then my dad pretty much just grabbed him and tossed him out the door. Hard enough to break something, I hope.
Well, there was the sneaky approach. Hope that's not all you have planned, Fisk.
God, this is going to be a fun weekend.
Oh, Ava. Almost forgot. Does your mother have any allergies, or other things we should know of? It would be a shame for her to make it through the weekend and die from a stray peanut.