Queen Dior chuckled intelligently. She sat down elegantly on a wooden chair close to uncle Francis's bed. It was obvious she was going to tell a long story.
The police men excused themselves to go downstairs, to see if anything remained of uncle Francis. " Of course ! " She urged the men to leave with a gesture of her hand. Arianna admired the queen for her authoritative posture that she had managed to build up, she just knew how to command the respect of anyone possible and available.
Everyone found the nearest spot to put their ass down.
