"Only you, my little lamb could find a kangaroo on a submarine!" laughed Samuel Rabin, smiling his
brilliant smile at the pretty girl with the big brown eyes.
She smiled back at him as she put the tray with the tea things down on the coffee table and curled
into the arm chair opposite her old friend.
"Tea! Tea! TEA!" Said Rabin his smile growing yet larger as he threw his great arms out wide his
expansive gesture nearly knocking the lamp off the side table. ,
"I come all the way from Israel to see my little lamb and she gives me tea! Pfft!" He said ending his
rant with another huge smile at his little lamb and using one giant fist to sweep his mug up his lips
with a satisfied smirk, lion like silver hair flowing with him as he moved.
She gripped her own steaming mug and raised her eyebrow at him, a half smile playing on her lips,
as she dared him to continue. Curling her legs beneath her as she considered how happy she was to
see Rabin.
Rabin thought back to the first time he had seen this brown eyed, beauty (letting his mind slide over
the last far less happy time he had seen her). He had been newly arrived in Israel, new to his job at
Mossad, rather lost , missing his very close, extremely physically affectionate family when his new
boss Eli David had invited him to his house for a post work drink.
Rabin and Eli had been in Eli's den having a drink and talking shop when Rabin had realised that they
were being watched. A small pair of brown pig tails had whipped past the glass terrace door a
few moments before and now he spotted a small pair of naughty brown eyes looking out at him
from the cover of a potted palm. He had continued talking but had not been as surprised as he
pretended (he was a spy after all) when, after Eli left the room to organise dinner, a small figure in a
fringed cow girl suit pointing a silver gun had erupted from behind the sofa and demanded to know
if he was friend or foe. He had smiled and called her a naughty little lamb as he would one of his
many little brothers and sisters caught in similar exploits. The capture, tickling and joyous hugs that
followed this episode had left Rabin firmly feeling firmly at home (as he had not felt since he left his
family)under this little ball of energies spell.
A spell, he reflected, as he smiled at her now from which he was yet to wake.