"Evangeline, love, would you terribly mind if we turned the telly off?" Ginny asked as politely as she could, knowing full well she was a guest in the lady's home. Evangeline crossed into the sitting room, and Ginny glanced over her shoulder as her cousin-in-law clicked the remote; an image of Secretary of State Colin Powell addressing the UN about weapons of mass destruction clicked to black. The drumbeats of war were progressing steadily apace, begging that its dogs be unleashed.