Last week my associate Shamus suggested that I accompany him to the Continent.
“Are you doing anything special?”
“Not that I can think of?” I hadn’t worked since Christmas, but the previous week a diamond sale had filled my coffers.
“London, the Maarstricht Art Fair, Bruxelles, and Paris.” It was a tempting offer.
“Count me in.” I was a sucker for Europe. “How many days?”
“At tops five, but you can stay longer, if you want.”
“No, five is fine for me.” Another diamond sale the following week would help my cause.
“Then I’ll book the flights.”
And like that my long stay in the New York City penal colony came to an end.
Over a year without going anywhere.
I could hardly wait.