@OfAWarpedMind
*I'd spent two days pacing in my apartment from all the nervous energy and anxiety my body was producing from seeing you at the Dominion offices. I'd called my lawyer to find out if she had any information while trying to keep things light, +
@OfAWarpedMind +relationship we once had, but I can't do it if I don't trust you. So...I need you to promise you won't tell your mother about me being here and if she comes to New Orleans, you'll warn me and do everything in your power to keep her away from+
@OfAWarpedMind + shrimp inside it.*
Where are you staying in town? I'd offer to let you stay here...
*My words trail off to avoid stating the obvious about the shadows that still hang over us.*
@OfAWarpedMind + and not the rest of the family. Roman, your mother may have very questionable ideas, to say the least, but she has always been right about you being special. At least you are to me.
*I picked up my salad again to finish off the last of the +
@OfAWarpedMind + my salad as my stomach began to unknot from tension.*
It's already an uphill battle to not have people take an unknown songwriter seriously, but add in the idea our money bought me a career and well...
*I trail off as I set my container on +
@OfAWarpedMind + can't. Maybe someday. I still have nightmares and until they end I'm going to be jumpy. Do you understand that?
*I look up at you hopefully, not trying to hurt you in my need to be clear.*
@OfAWarpedMind + containers of food until I find my cajun shrimp salad and nibble on the edges of a lettuce leaf.*
I'm not at a place yet where I can laugh about your mother. I know you've always sorta rolled your eyes over her big plans for you, but I +