The bank called me before Julian did. Because the guarantee was mine, I was entitled to withdraw it, and with my attorney beside me, I did, formally and in writing, giving thirty days’ notice. Julian arrived at my door a week later, pale and apologetic, with Margaret waiting in the car.
He said it had been a joke that went too far. I handed him the printed footage and told him that a joke does not cancel a person’s flight home. He did not argue, and for once, neither did she.
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