New York Never Again: en personlig fortælling om familie og mistanke

"Hello Suzie and Andy!" says Joey while he enters the door at Andy's house. "It's good to see you again, it's been the weirdest week of my life, I assume that you want to hear this crazy history right? Okay, let's begin at the top." As you know, I went to the states to visit Julie, before her wedding. Julie was at work, at the time I arrived, so her fiancee Robert and I hang out. Robert is a big black man, and I really didn't like him, he sounded suspicious. About 2 hours after I arrived, Julie came home, I was really surprised to see her, and I couldn't recognize her. She didn't look as she did, when she still lived home with our parents. I couldn't believe that my little sister, was a grown up woman, who was about to marry a man I didn't like. She was so happy, so I didn't say anything about it, I have never seen her like that, she couldn't stop smiling, and I could tell that she was so in love with Robert. We had a really good time that evening, she told me everything about how they met, and how Robert asked her to marry him. Their house is really big, so I could choose myself which room I wanted to sleep in, of course I chose the room with the biggest bed. The morning after, a lady knocked on my door, it was their housekeeper, and she came with breakfast on the bed. After I had eaten, I went down in the living room, and there stood Robert with a big, black man, the man looked like a gangster, with big gold chains around the neck. Julie was at work, but she came home early that Friday. We went out to get dinner, just me and Julie and I confronted her about the man, who spoke with Robert earlier. Guess what, that was Robert big brother and he just got out of prison. I was a bit scared, but Julie said that he was very kind, and that the cops had taken the wrong man. Same evening at dinner, Roberts’s brother came again, they talked a bit, and Robert asked Julie, if his brother could sleep at their house. Julie said yes. Later I was sitting at my room, while I was packing my things so I could go home tomorrow, the man came in. He was really kind, and we talked for a while, his name was William and he had a daughter in England, but the mom wouldn't let him visit her. He told me that she was turning 2 years in a week, and he asked me if a could take a gift back home, and give it to her. I didn't think about it, he sounded real, so I said yes. At my way back to England, I picked up the gift at a house, in the slum district. It looked like a little box, maybe with pictures in. Suddenly the cops stopped me, and they said that I was trying to smuggle something out, they saw me picking something up at the house. They took me to an old warehouse, and asked a lot of questions. I told them what was happened, and they didn't believe me, so they opened the gift. It wasn't what I think it was, the gift was full of coke. They arrested me, and send me to prison. You know the rest of the story, and now I'm here.