Chapter 7 – An Ex Comes a CallingFriday, June 13th, 2014
I looked at the calendar on the wall in Mel’s den. It was Friday, Friday the 13th. Of all of the days for me to have to make a major decision...
I’m not normally a superstitious type but I was unnerved by the whole life changing decision choice I was about to relay to the powers that be at the U.S. Customs service and it being a day long thought of as mystical and frightening in American folk lore wasn’t helping my frame of mind. I kept taking deep breaths and blowing them out to try and calm my nerves. Normally, I would pace the floor but that option was effectively ruled out for me. Instead, I just bounced my good leg nervously.
Once it was 8:00 Central time, I knew everyone would be entrenched in their work in the Chicago Field
