“WHY?” Edana sputtered.

“Something he said,” Chau wondered aloud. “Maybe his tone. I just had this feeling. Let him track us, find out more about us. Who’d believe him if he tried to say that we lived for thousands of years or that we incorporated at a certain time? He will look stupid if he opens his mouth. And people like him rarely follow through on their threats.”

“You really should’ve been a schoolteacher,” Edana muttered. The room became silent again and Chau picked up the threads of dinner; the good food of the Pharaoh’s Table wore off and they became extremely hungry once more. Chau looked at the History sitting on the dining room table and idly wondered why it hadn’t fully turned back to green as of yet.