Spoke briefly to Flavian on the phone tonight. He said he'd be leaving Haiti on Saturday to pick up his dry cleaning in Newark, and did I want to fly to Newark to see him before his return flight to Haiti? When I told him no, he burst into tears and repeatedly thwacked at the table with his phone. I could hear bellowing and glass shattering and door slamming. And to think that he told me his house had no doors! I don't know what to believe anymore.