"God forbid she sets her sights on me," Michael brought his hands together and made a respectful bow to Dodo, "She's not my cup of tea. You handle her, Dodo, Milo and I will be grateful."
"Milo? What's up with Milo?" Dodo's eyes widened.
Michael swallowed a laugh: "You think Milo likes her? Milo even said it's lucky we have Hannah Clegg, so Merlin Edvin's attention is all on you. Who can tolerate being around such a troublemaker all the time?"
"So, are you saying I'm some sort of lightning rod?" Dodo pointed to her own nose, "If I'm there, all of you are okay?"
"No, you're the mascot." Michael made another respectful bow to Dodo, "Amitabha."
"Get lost!" Dodo threw a pillow at Michael.
And just like that, the farce at the birthday party was over.
No one knew how Hank Clegg had communicated with Mrs. Clegg and Mr. Clegg, but no one brought up the incident afterwards.
