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Chapter 8
London, England
Walking along one tiny street and maneuvering between the buildings somewhere in the bid city's suburb was a ten years old girl. The girl was dressed in expensive clothes and shoes; her hair was put away in a single braid. She was humming as she politely greeted everyone she knew. She was heading towards her father's enormous property. Once she took a left turn a huge maison with beautiful garden surrounding it came into the picture.
She walked though the gate made of massive oak and greeted one of the members of her father's staff.
"Good afternoon, Lars!" the girl said in a heavy British accent.
"Good afternoon, young lady!" the staff member greeted her back with a genuine smile.
"Is my father around, Elisabeth?" she asked the maid going down the hallway.
"Yes dear, he is in his office!"
"Thank you, Elisabeth!"
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Once in the office a middle age man sitting in a high back chair, writing something on his desk from obviously massive oak, came into line of view. The girl slowly approached the desk as the man turned his gaze to her instead the papers.
"Hello, Daddy!" the girl said as she circled the desk to hug her father.
"Hello princess how was your day at school?" the man said in a very gentle voice.
"As usual!" the girl replied climbing in her father's lap.
"I have something to tell you honey, and I really think you are going to like it!" the man said bending over to get something from the top drawer at his desk.
The girl's eyes went wide when she saw the tickets and asked in excitement "Where are we going?"
"We are going to visit Uncle Ducky in Washington D.C.!" the man said pleased with his daughter's reaction!
"When?" the girl managed to ask when she broke the bone-cracking hug she gave her father when he elaborated.
"Tomorrow!"
"Can I start packing?" the girl asked enthusiastically but never waited for an answer as she jumped from her father's lap and headed for her room to start packing for the long-waited trip to Washington D.C.
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"Are you ready, Lisa?" the man's voice spread around the quiet house, due to the fact that it was 1a.m.
"Yes, Daddy!" Lisa emerged from her room dragging a large suitcase behind her.
"We have to get going or we will be late!"
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"British Airways Flight 085 from Tel Aviv to Washington D.C. now boarding!" came the voice trough the speaker at the minimum crowded Heathrow Airport.
"I think that is our flight!" Lisa said pulling her father to follow her to the right gate.
Once on the plane, they found their first class seats and they made themselves comfortable way before they thought they would. Lisa was seated next to the window so she could watch London from air, even though it was in the middle of the night. Around thirty minutes after take-off, her father went to the toilet at the rear section of the plane. When the seat beside her became unoccupied she was able to scan her surroundings. Then she saw a girl sitting on the other side of the plane, reading some magazine in a foreign language, that looked a lot like her. The girl had red hair, identical as her own, and she was about her age. Lisa often wandered how many redheads were there in the world, because she never saw one beside herself until now. Soon after her thoughts were interrupted by her father coming back in his seat.
The rest of the trip to Washington D.C. passed in silence, because most of the passengers were asleep including Lisa's father. But Lisa was wide awake because something told her that this trip is not going to be just an ordinary visit of her beloved uncle.
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