You're welcome.jake_campFebruary 6 2005, 07:05:59 UTC
She looks tired, bone tired. Pale. wilted almost. Cried out. And no wonder. But let her tell it. Let her be in charge. You'll learn a lot, Jake. I know.
"What's on your mind, Liv? On your heart, on your soul?
Now I see why Angie, and Scarlett, even Jared. encouraged me to come. This room is about comfort, not sybaritic debauch, but coldmilkandwarmcookies, lapandstory comfort. Jigsaw puzzle on a rainy day comfort. I can talk about you here, Miles, and you will be safe, And so will I. "Is that your bear?" pointing to a large, slightly battered stuffed brown bear sitting on a low chest in the corner. "Yes. Want to hold it?"
I don't know. Do I dare? Will I cry more, or less? Does that matter? "Yes, please." It has a pleasing roundness to it still, resiliant, not too firm not broken, the fir still long enough to play with. Mass enough to fill a lap. "Thanks." Sigh.
"Jake, how much do you know about what's gone on the last two weeks, with me, and with Angie?"
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But let her tell it.
Let her be in charge.
You'll learn a lot, Jake.
I know.
"What's on your mind, Liv?
On your heart, on your soul?
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I can talk about you here, Miles, and you will be safe, And so will I.
"Is that your bear?" pointing to a large, slightly battered stuffed brown bear sitting on a low chest in the corner.
"Yes. Want to hold it?"
I don't know. Do I dare? Will I cry more, or less? Does that matter?
"Yes, please."
It has a pleasing roundness to it still, resiliant, not too firm not broken, the fir still long enough to play with. Mass enough to fill a lap.
"Thanks."
Sigh.
"Jake, how much do you know about what's gone on the last two weeks, with me, and with Angie?"
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