The owl arrived at a busy time, dropping the note on Al's lap.
As usual, Al was hiding out in his room, surrounded by the selection of newspapers. He squinted, determined to leave no word unread. This was completely typical. He took his work home often.
The newspapers consisted of the morning and evening edition of the Prophet and there was nothing suspicious about them at all.
Anywhere.
At that, Al breathed a sigh of relief - We'll see what tomorrow brings, - and opened the note.
"Argh!" I don't think I can come up with an excuse not to attend this time. I hope it's not too noisy. I might even bring a book with me.