Off to Rio.  He inserted the picture of Christ the Redeemer in the Transporting Device. Placing his thumbprint on the pad did not activate “Brigid” right away.  What? The second time, it malfunctioned again.  Panic set in.  Heart beating a mile a minute, Frank saw two measly greenbacks in his wallet.  My Lord! No!! And his credit card was maxed out from advanced mortgage payments, in keeping the nasty banks at bay.  ‘This is the house that Jimmy is to be raised in—geez!!!’‘I’ve got to resolve this problem now!  I will not be trapped in stinky old London. Not the city I want to be poor, homeless and trapped in and most of all away from my boy.  Press Press, darn!!!  His sweat was dampening his every inch of self and worry.

            It was not till the thirtieth time, that he turned his finger slightly to the right.  It worked.  Good bye to London Town.  Amazing what you learn about yourself in moments of truth and panic.