I was coming home from the cemetery when the phone rang.
It was Marc Wasem.
Yes, THAT Marc Wasem. From the adoption commission.
"Dr. Plumb, your adoption request has been approved."
Approved? You mean...
"Yes, I mean, once the children clear customs, you can come and pick them up."
They're MINEEEEE?
I wasn't sure how to feel about this development. I mean, I've waited so long, I was afraid the kids would be grown before this cleared.
You know what this meant.
I needed to arrange a trip to Egypt ASAP. But this time, I'm likely going to have Andy with me.
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