sixty three
"marty ?alan. "
i started aoilent mantra . i will be at laguardia in two days to retrieve my son ,i will be at la.....
"alan ," marty said . his tonre of cvoice was like a warning flare in front of my eyes . he had spoken my name softly , and woithout any usual nasal qualities that made me wince ." we have a ....problem with jonas ."
don't/ don't tell me he wants to say to fight you .but i will fight you with every last watt of energy in my body ,
"is he okay ?" i said in my best therapist voice .
"umm...."
"tell me ," i said , fighting to feign composure .
"it's been going so well here ," marty said .
no. he is not staying . i will bw at laguardia in-
"but.... it;s like he hit a wall . he didn't wamnt to get out of bed yesterday morning , said his stomah hurt . we almost hafd top drag him out for breakfast . kim made pancakes . all of a sudden he's barely eating / he never eats much - you saw how skinny he is - but he liks kim
s pancakes . everybody does . and now he's started crying at nothing . when we ask him what;s wrong . he just says that he misses callie .
"i held an imaginary level to my demeanor to be certain i could make my voice appear calm . the bubble floated to the middle and stayed . good .
"marty ?alan. "
i started aoilent mantra . i will be at laguardia in two days to retrieve my son ,i will be at la.....
"alan ," marty said . his tonre of cvoice was like a warning flare in front of my eyes . he had spoken my name softly , and woithout any usual nasal qualities that made me wince ." we have a ....problem with jonas ."
don't/ don't tell me he wants to say to fight you .but i will fight you with every last watt of energy in my body ,
"is he okay ?" i said in my best therapist voice .
"umm...."
"tell me ," i said , fighting to feign composure .
"it's been going so well here ," marty said .
no. he is not staying . i will bw at laguardia in-
"but.... it;s like he hit a wall . he didn't wamnt to get out of bed yesterday morning , said his stomah hurt . we almost hafd top drag him out for breakfast . kim made pancakes . all of a sudden he's barely eating / he never eats much - you saw how skinny he is - but he liks kim
s pancakes . everybody does . and now he's started crying at nothing . when we ask him what;s wrong . he just says that he misses callie .
"i held an imaginary level to my demeanor to be certain i could make my voice appear calm . the bubble floated to the middle and stayed . good .
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