One day, Jack Adelaar the 1st lawyer to Dr. Bob and Angela, called me into his office. I arrived and he suggested we go into a small conference room. He asked me to read the pile of documents he had provided by the HOUSTON CLAN. He said that he didn’t want my mother to do it, he felt she would be too upset.
I sat for maybe 2 hours, I cried.
The last time I cried, really cried was when I was about 15 years old sleeping on a bench near the Viaduct in Toronto.
What they said about me was no less than cruel. Their “willful” perception of me to suit their agenda was something I didn’t even recognize.