"What have we here?" cried Lyndon, noticing Anthony for the first time, crouching next to Marion on the other side of her chair. Drink in hand he strode past her, still sitting, and stood there, looming over the boy squatting beside her.
"I must measure his skull," he said, glaring down at him. "And white hair no less. Let me see what you look like." He reached down and lifted the boy's chin, forcing him to show his face. Carefully he examined him as Marion watched horrified. Suddenly she saw what Lyndon saw. The boy is an Elvis. "I'll have to take a DNA sample."
"No, you won't!" she cried, springing up from her chair. Taller than Lyndon, she loomed over him. He let go of Anthony and stepped back. "You're not allowed to take anything from my property without my consent. Those are your laws, not mine."