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With the goal of calling on Frenchy burned in my mind, I awoke early ready to get down to business, but I didn’t think I could call on Francois before nine o’clock. That gave me a few hours to kill. I showered and shaved, ate a bowl of cereal, and puttered around the house, moving furniture around. Inspired by Hanna’s reorganization, I transferred my burnt sienna leather sofa to where I could lay on it and better view my wall-hung, wide-screen TV in anticipation of the next day’s Seattle Seahawks game. With quarterback, Russell Wilson, and new running backs and an improved defense, the Seahawks were expected to have a good year and be a solid Superbowl contender.
Finished, I sat down and asked myself, what did I really know about Frenchy? Beside his paranoia and brilliant mind, the cha
