Louise told me that she was pretty sure that the two were in this country illegally and she was planning upon going to INS and launching an investigation into the pair.
I gave them a heads up the other night.
Wael assured me that he had been born in this country and Anna proffered her green card to calm me down.
They make pretty decent money and probably won't be asking me let them crash at my place, but I'm sure at least one interesting recording would be spawned by that arrangement.
My only ties with Louise now involves the cat Harold, which I waffle upon keeping or not.
She ostensibly gave me 10 bucks as a down payment on him (I guess that would mean that she had given me zero for letting her crash at my place) and she still talks about picking him up.
The cat avoids her when she shows up.
When she came to get the last of her stuff, the cat was clawing at the door in order to go outside.
The first couple nights that L. was here, I almost became jealous of the way the cat seemed to only want to sleep on the couch with her and never came into my room.
After a few days, the cat showed up on the bed with me and pretty much slept within a claws reach of me.
Louise had complained that the cat no longer liked her.
I thought, at the time, that it was because I would play games with the cat where he would try to bite my fingers and would (gently) bite and scratch me; kind of play fighting.
Louise offered the thing none of that and would scold it as soon as it "attacked" her hand.
I later began to think that the wild instincts ingrained in the animal had triggered it to get the hell away from Louise, revealing almost human level intuition in the thing.
Good eye, Harold!