When it came time to book my flight to Boston, I was angry.
In my anger, I made it clear to Victor and anyone else who asked, that this trip was pure business. There as short as possible, busy doing chores for the family, and then home. I didn’t want company, wasn’t expecting to see Boston friends, and would be home as soon as possible.
Anger makes a person do stupid things. I certainly have regrets.
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