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WAKE UP AND DO YOUR THING
!I"m flying over at nine tonight. JFK to Faro direct. You should come.”
!I"m going home to Canada tonight.”
!Nicko, please. You, me, and God knows how many
other people. We owe him a lot.”
Part of me wanted to say no, to stick to my original plan and leave for Canada tonight. But another part of me knew that I couldn't turn her down. I thought back to our friend, I owed him so much. I couldn't let him down, not after all he had done for me.
In the end, I knew what I had to do. I took a deep breath. "Okay," I said, "I'll come with you."
In the next few hours I cut short my last day on tour, got my wife"s blessing and learned a diplomatic passport can move mountains. As the Unit Chief in the Portuguese Department of Global Communications at the United Nations Headquarters little Francisca Viera could pull a lot of strings including last minute first class seats to Faro on TAP the Portuguese national airline.
Over dinner at 37,000 feet we caught up. Then I asked her about something that had been bugging me since the last time I saw her.
“What ever happened to the girl? Thomas’ daughter.”
“Lara? She married an Irish sculptor called Declan, Declan Quinn and they moved to Ireland. She was pregnant when Declan was killed in a car crash. Tragic, especially
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