“You took everything! You took Cj, you took Mozart, everything!”
“No, honey. I did not. You kept your real estate, your liquid assets and your golf clubs. I just took what are rightfully, legally and sentimentally mine: Cj, Mozart, and the photo albums.”
But let’s look on the lighter side. Everything went fine. Mozart’s immigration papers were sorted, although it was one of the most expensive trips we’ve ever done. Ex-hub, bitten by the nicety bug, drove us to the airport and took this pic
Mozart had to travel in the belly of the plane among the bags. I had difficulty explaining to Cj why Mozart wasn’t sitting with us. We submitted Mozart to the special cargo unit with Cj protesting all the way. When the door was shut, ex-hub was ashen-faced I thought he would break down right there. Came time to fasten our seat belts; Cj sat close to the window making room between us and said, “Mommy, Mozart sit with me.” I tried hard not to well up.
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