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Sep. 27th, 2014 06:58 pmShe called Robin to start, not trusting herself to stay composed and actually have a conversation without crying before she explained why it was emotional. Her son was a toddler, he called her mommy and kissed her face, and while she'd had to borrow clothes from Roland, she hadn't had much time to talk with Robin before taking Henry to Emma's.
And now, she was in her apartment, glass of scotch poured but untouched, there mostly for the ambiance of it, for something to hold onto as she dialed Robin's number. Sitting on the floor against the couch, she listened to the phone ring, and when she heard it click, before he could say anything, she spoke.
"My son is a toddler."
And now, she was in her apartment, glass of scotch poured but untouched, there mostly for the ambiance of it, for something to hold onto as she dialed Robin's number. Sitting on the floor against the couch, she listened to the phone ring, and when she heard it click, before he could say anything, she spoke.
"My son is a toddler."
