Thinking thoughts.
So, last night was---interesting. To say the very least. I hate seeing him like this. Its tearing him up, and I can't stand the sight. Breaks my heart.
So, Richard's new favorite activity is to paint, but not on paper--no no no, too logical! Not even the walls! Me. I am obviously a far better canvas. So I think today we'll put on some crappy clothes, smear paint on ourselves and paint a large canvas of some sort.
Hello darling!
How are you holding up on this wild adventure of yours? Having fun? I hope it's not too warm! Keep me updated, and have fun!
Monty
Hello.
Look---I'm not trying to get between you lot. Amara doesn't even know I'm writing you. But as his best friend, I'd hope that anyone (forgetting he's your boyfriend and how the two get along) who said something like he said, that applies to his child would understand it. Yes, he wasn't thinking, and he apologized--or attempted to, but Richard is his son. It's different, and I just hope you lot can work this out. Your friendship means so much to him, and he's a wreak. It hurts seeing him like this.
Rosalind Montage