Chapter 40
I settled down into my seat. Once we were in the air, the sun began to come up over the Mediterranean. I spent my five hours in the Rome airport without anything to eat and without my clean clothes to change into. Those were all in my checked bag. I would have to wait until they fed me on the plane. But as soon as I got my suitcase back in Montreal, one of those cookies would be at the top of my list.
So now I was almost home. The Montreal airport was crowded. It took a long time to retrieve my bag, then get the shuttle back to the hotel where my car was. But as I entered the highway, I figured I would be home by about eleven P.M.
As I waited in line at the booth for American customs, I knew this would not be a typical border crossing for me. This had not just been a trip to Canada. I had gone to a third country. They might want to go through my car. They might even want me to go inside their office for questioning.
“Where are you coming from?” asked the woman inside the booth.