Heist victim Andrew. The sequel.
Andrew and Tracie in the late 90s In the late 90s, Andrew claims someone stole his credit card. He called Citibank and strenuously denied making the following purchases: --A hair weave --Lunch at Popeyes --One jug of kerosene --Four tickets to a Luther Vandross concert --One honey ham. Eventually, his creditors believed him, but the incident cast a lingering psychological shadow that stretched across the years like long sticky fingers. A snippit of the provided 400-point protocol to safely enter the Tracie/Andrew domicile which history would reveal to be somewhat flawed. So it is no wonder that Andrew froze, traumatized, when ADT called to say I was breaking into his house. He was at a big work conference, possibly swanning about the banquet hall enjoying a plate of vanilla macaroons when the dreaded security alert came in. Andrew knew it was in fact myself perpetrating the home invasion because Tracie had perhaps warned him I was on th