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A sneeze struck Al as he sat in his usual chair in the drawing room. He rubbed his finger across his nostrils as Paul strode into the area, a hint of a smile on his usually stoic face. Al arched an eyebrow as his employer plopped onto the couch.
"You look like the cat that caught the mouse," Al quipped. He narrowed his eyes. "Or a wolf that caught the rabbit."
Paul lay down on the couch and crossed his hands over his chest as he studied the ceiling. "Even your foolish idioms can't bother me this night."
"Why's that?" Al questioned him.
"Because the lovely Miss Edmonds has agreed to be my companion for the next evening's premiere."
Al cringed. "You sure that's a good idea?"
Paul turned to him with a frown. "Why shouldn't it be?"
"I just got a bad feeling about all of this,
