Beginning the morning of the twenty-fifth and ending on midnight on the twenty-sixth, I am operating under a blonde-free zone which includes Liras* and tea drinkers**. I don't know if that's legal, though I figure my law student will be able to tell me. Let's pretend it is, though.
Honey? I need to ask you a very important question. That woman who pounced on you and thought you were Zafer? What did she look like? Do you remember? Were there other people with her? Anything?