"'My son handles this.'"
I pointed vaguely at the table.
"'My son just came back from'—God," I groaned.
"He kept introducing me, which would've been nice when I was fifteen." Which also was the age I'm always felt like whenever I whined to @Rennervatte.
The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it became.
"I'm serious. Every meeting. Every dinner. Every reception. Every room. I'd barely sit down before it was, 'This is my son.'" The phrase had become so repetitive I could practically hear his voice saying it.
@Rennervatte's filled with exhibitions, trustees, restorations, and artists whose work she could discuss for hours. Mine occupied by our father and the endless machinery of business travel. Neither life lacked activity. Both lacked time.
"So, what have I missed?"
"Don't say it," I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I'm aware."
The waiter appeared, vanished, and reappeared with water. I settled into my chair and allowed myself a moment to simply look at her.
We had been orbiting separate worlds lately.
@ASHENATHTSAI Message - Ashe 💨
: A!
: So sorry for just getting back to you
: Why did you think of me when watching the video?
: Did you miss me?
: Anw, NY is great! But I'll be going to Denmark this week
@TamagoPost [] Always a fan of places far from public eyes. I'm Morthian Miles, an Investment Strategist at Palimpsest Holding, a family-owned investment company.
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️https://t.co/vHAKcxj2Il Karena sudah mantap mau ganti visualisasi Ashenath, akan ada beberapa adjustment juga dalam karakter dan ceritanya. So ... say hi to the new Ashe !
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